[Pimp C:]
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Uh...whuuuut (hehe)
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Smoke somethin', bitch...smoke somethin'...
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[Pimp C:]
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I'm up early 'cause my nigga
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Don't sell dope after night time.
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Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie
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'N move the dope through the pipeline
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Pimp C, bitch...holla at yo' bitch,
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Now yo' bitch on my team;
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Got her buyin' us sticky green
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Lace some with promythazine
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Candy sweets, a candy bitch,
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You lookin' at a candy boy.
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I done came down Main and popped trunk;
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Hit the switch on my candy toy.
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We all young ghetto boyz,
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That's why we act this way.
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Tryin' to see a million dollars,
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Hopin' these niggas don't blast today.
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[Bun B:]
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Pro smoke, pro choke,
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Anti-broke, conservative liberal
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Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin'
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In criminal court, it's civil.
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In the middle of re-al-it-y
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Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,
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Knockin' over fat cats,
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And gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles.
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On note pads I scribble,
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Write rippers that'll make you think.
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Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity,
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Fuck it, take it, trick,
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I fake it...blink 'n poof
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We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier
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Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's
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But, bitch, I tried to told ya...
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[Chorus: Pimp C]
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Rollin' Seville (rollin' Seville),
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Grippin' my steal (grippin' my steal),
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My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
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House on the hill (house on the hill),
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Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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Nigga, how you feel (nigga, how you feel),
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I feel so trill (I feel so trill),
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Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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House on the hill (house on the hill),
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Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),
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Grippin' my steal, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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[Bun B:]
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They tellin' me, "Bun don't go there"
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But, man, I just gots to bring it.
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These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas,
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But scared to sing it.
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They don't know what that star 'bout
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They don't know what that bar 'bout
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They don't know what that candy car 'bout
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Or smokin' that joint 'bout.
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All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em
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Or what the fuck we sell 'em
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Smokin' Swishers, wood grain,
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And leavin' stains on cerebellums.
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Rebellum, propell 'em, gel 'em
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From P.A. to Deep Ellum.
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Tell 'em I tol' 'em
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Wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em
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To hell to heaven.
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[Pimp C:]
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I just spent 60 G's
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On a brand new Eldo-reeze:
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Black-on-black, drop top 'lac;
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Northstar fifth wheel on back.
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Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke
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When my trunk steady hummin'
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Had to leave my bitch
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'Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman.
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I love my wood wheel Grant,
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'84 Cadillacs that slant,
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Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock,
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Blowin' on Green private stock.
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Bitch, I don't eat hamhocks,
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Try 20-ounce Angus beef.
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Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas,
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'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth.
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[Chorus: Pimp C]
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Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),
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Candy Seville (candy Seville),
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Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel (workin' wood wheel).
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House on the hill (house on the hill),
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Flexin' mils (flexin' mils),
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Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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Comin' down so trill (comin' down so trill),
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Nigga, how you feel (Nigga, how you feel)?
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Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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Grippin' the steal (grippin' the steal),
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Nigga, I'm so real (Nigga, I'm so real).
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Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel.
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[Bun B:]
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Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic...it's so ironic.
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Sippin' gin and tonic: supersonic like Johnny Mneumonic.
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We crash your party, piss on your parade,
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Sip syrup like it's Lemonade
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From Paris to the Palasades to the Prominade.
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Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day.
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That's the game we came to play,
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It don't change, ain't a thang to say.
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[Pimp C:]
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It's goin' down in the H-Town,
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Young playa from the South 'bout to blaze a pound;
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Tryin' to find me a bopp with some good mouth...
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I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
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Ain't got no time to play, girl;
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Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk.
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Bitch, didn't you know who the |