[Pimp C talking]
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Hold up hold up hold up
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Starring at the bar mutherfuckers
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Eye pussy-know what I'm talking bout
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[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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I'm Pimp C bitch so what you need (what you need)
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I got some cocain and some California weed (fornia weed)
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I fell in love with my chrome-plated bitch (plated bitch)
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Break it make it pop the trunk and hit the switch (hit the switch)
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Bitches jockin niggas hatin drunk off gin and soko
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If he keep on talkin shit I knock his meat out his taco
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They think I'm playin cuz I'm in gators and rocks (rocks)
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But I pop this mutherfucker till it stop (stop)
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[Chorus: Pimp C]
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So look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)
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Look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)
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When you see me bitch tell me what you see (what you see)
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Look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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Hey... Hey yo I sips the 8
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Plus I whips the weight
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So while you tripps and hate
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I flips your fate
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Straight to rip from grapeland
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Nigga i use to cook a diffrent scale
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Now what we be scorin will make them beams tripple break
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Washed out up in the rippas way
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Makin you miss the whip we take
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And squeezin mine surely
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Though I drive horibly
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Niggas die for me
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And the killers in the sky swarm me
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Some fly charmin neiborhood pimps
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Take a good glimpse
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Smokin on them Cali Hollywood hemps
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Look at me
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: Pimp C]
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Now I done scrapped and crawled
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Now whip my benz grip my balls
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Shit don't pause
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Y'all niggas know that I don't fuck with y'all
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Fuck the laws undercovers wanna see me stopped
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Tap my phone follow my chrome
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Another hits the block
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But niggas know that Port Author is to small nigga
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Thats why the snitches get the pistol to his hilfiger
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AK-47 test up and I'm bout to bet
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With a loaded automatic if they catch me I'm goin fed
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What that bitch said
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Pimpin ain't dead
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I'm still gettin head
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Got your dike bitch in my waterbed
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Hit her from behin (hind)
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4 or 5 times
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Put that dick up in her spine
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I done blew your bitch mind
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look at me
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[Chorus x1]
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[Verse 4: Bun B]
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It's like monkey see monkey do
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So fuck you and your funky crew
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You don't bang in the trunk we do
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And smokin on skunky to
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Now fuck me who?-You gots me fucked up
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Strong arm your city threw them up
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And leave it bucked up
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Maybe if you lucked up
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Naw look like you stuck Chuck
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Your men of war turned into pussies in menapause
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Now how the fuck you gon win a war
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Bitch I'm in a car that will make you go deaf
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The reason why your hoe left
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Makes you wanna go left
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Whoa nef catch a slow death
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Cuz bitch my 4 fell
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Mackin on straight smack a bum
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I don't brag but I'm toe taggin um
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Now we draggin um
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Out the river just like to use
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Crack the brews
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And keeps about 50 case I wanna fuck a dike or 2
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look at me
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[Pimp C]
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Look at him bitch
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Show your tattoos [x16]
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Look At Me
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UGK |