[Intro - Bun B - talking]
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Say mayne, I had this pussy ass nigga come up to me the other day
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You know what I'm sayin?
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Talkin 'bout "say Bun B
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Bun B you gon' rep for P-A on this album?"
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I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?
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Know what I'm sayin?
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Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas to the fullest
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Who the fuck know you nigga?
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Don't nobody know you but your mama ho ass nigga
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Move around nigga
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I'm some on P-A shit, know what I'm talkin 'bout?"
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[Verse 1 - Bun B]
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P-A trill nigga, I was born ready bro
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Our here on the grind, rain or shine, for the fetti bro
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Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow
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Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go
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Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe
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And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough
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Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico
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Late night, come across the border in the Chevy ho
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Get it for the low, if you need a plug, let me know
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I get it from him, you come to me for the petty coke
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That's the way the cycle go around like a merry go
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Round, put it down for my town, they already know
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Every time I try to get away, I can't let it go
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Plush lifestyle, fly cars and the pretty hoes (pretty hoes)
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So play your distance by scenario (what's up?)
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Load up the van, let's hit the highway, here we go (here we go)
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[Chorus - Bun B]
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We hit the road and get the snow money
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Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money
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Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money
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Then get back up on the road and get mo' money
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Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
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Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
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Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
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Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo')
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[Verse 2 - Bun B]
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You know it's "UGK 4 Life" and I'm a ride for that
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Disrespect the game and I can't let you slide for that
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It don't really matter where ya people try to hide ya at
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'Cause I'm a find ya, pull up behind ya, apply the MAC
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Milli on the really, (I'm a G), bonafide for that
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Talkin down on the Underground, you get denied for that
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Where I come from, lot of pussy niggaz died for that (where?)
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Port Arthur, Texas, I got a lot of pride for that (huh)
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So when we hit the road, haters better hide your hat (why?)
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We hittin licks with them bricks and them ninety packs (damn)
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I hit this over twenty bro, it ain't no lie to that
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Sting 'em for 300K and now I got to ride it back (so what ya doin?)
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I'm lookin for the laws, where ya hidin at? (I see 'em)
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Pull me over, I'm the decoy, fly for that (let's go)
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Oh yeah, I'll take the speeding ticket, where ya sign for that?
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'Cause the dope and money never in the car I'm ridin at (ride it back)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Bun B]
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And now we back up in the hood, where we 'sposed to be
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In the back, countin up them stacks that we 'sposed to see
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Pussy ass niggaz (niggaz), ain't even gettin close to me (at all)
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They know I'd have they mama prayin with a rosary (for real)
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And I'm a put another hole where they nose should be
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If they ever think of the position of opposin me (damn)
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A couple rounds plus a thought that probably froze 'em
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we gon' lay a nigga down 'cause we (Feenin) like we Jodeci (hold up)
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They on the streets talkin 'bout that they exposin me (what?)
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Exposin what? I'm a open book, close it G (close it)
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You talkin tough but we know you just posin see
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And I'm a leave 'em stiffer than a mannequin (with holes in he)
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You ain't friends, then you foes with me
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And we can go to war definitely nigga, not supposedly
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I'm not your average, I'm the chosen G
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And if your money ain't snow money, best to get it frozen G ('cause we)
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[Chorus]
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Snow Money
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Bun B |