[Chorus 2X: Pimp C]
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I used to be the smallest nigga, now I'm the big ballin nigga [3X]
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Comin down grippin wood, keepin these motherfuckin bitches callin nigga
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[Pimp C]
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I used to be the small nigga, now I'm candy crawlin nigga
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Bag ain't right catch you on the next pack nigga
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Yo' shit ain't locked when ya hit it with the soda
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Everybody else with the same stamp got A-1 yola
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Bitch, who taught you how to cook food?
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The next time we both gon' drop seven in a pot fool
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I bet I come back with 29
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Bitch Snow blow up - make the dope fiends flow up
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[Bun B]
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It's all about the ducks mayne, the stash spot tucked mayne
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A hundred packs stacked inside my Cadillac truck mayne
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It came from cross the border, I bring 'em cross the state line
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And if they catch me wit 'em I ain't fin' to do no state time
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But see I'm trill, if they get me I'ma take mine
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And you ain't fin' to hear about me talkin through the grapevine
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Fifty-fo' and shit poppin didn't go P.C.
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It's (UGK 4 Life) bitch, that's on G.P.
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[Chorus]
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[E-40]
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Oooh; reppin and retrievin, hustlin, dollar danglin
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Pockets used to be leakin, but now my pockets hangin
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I came in the game with a prayer and a wish and a hope and a dream tryin to do my thing
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with a digital beam and a mayonnaise jar and a razor blade and an ounce of cream
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Posted on magazine when I'm in 14, servin them fiends in the middle of the night
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Tryin to get my money right, gettin my dick sucked in the broad daylight
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Clockwork, work around the clock, by myself when I go clock
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Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks, on the block goin block for block
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[B-Legit]
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I used to be the smallest of ballers but now I'm taller
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It's a shame what that 'caine and that soda did with that water
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Ask your mother or your father, your sister or either daughter
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or them ballin ass pimpin ass niggaz from Port Arthur
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I'm a starter, I go harder, mix the soft in the pot
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Hit the hood, up to no good with jugs and whatnot
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All gas, no brakes, no shake, just rocks
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Been gettin gooder with a gang of chocks, it don't stop
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[Chorus]
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[8Ball]
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Ghetto superstar, with candy on my car
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Apple cranberry juice mixed with the bar
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28 inches in the air we are
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Two pimp niggaz in the area
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With them P.A. niggaz, Rap-A-Lot mob
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Salute to the president and I don't mean Barack
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Fire up the sticky, let the champagne pop
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And the big thick yellows to they knees best drop
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[MJG]
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Yeah I used to be the smallest, now I'm tallest on the yard
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I'm straight up hard, I'm smilin like Bob
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I'm pimp tight! MJ, act like you done heard of
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Mister mind my own business, I'm the lesbian converter
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It's brains at the top, at the bottom assholes
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I done grew into a whale, from a fuckin tadpole
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I ain't playin, I can look, y'all mean straight face
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I'm back like Kobe Bryant after rape case; boy!
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[Bun B]
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You lookin at a nigga that went from puppy to dog
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From tadpole to frog, from pig to a motherfuckin hog
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I be smokin on a swisha, that's bigger than a log
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And makin up a batch that's as creamy as eggnog
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The Feds log every move that I make
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So I keep on switchin clothes, switchin cars, switchin plates
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They ride behind me undercover in the Rover
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I cross over four lanes of traffic to fuck them hoes over - hol' up
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[Pimp C]
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Most drug dealers doin life in the pen
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Or spend they last 90,000 on a droptop Benz
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Uhh, and I'm a Trill representer
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I pray every night that I still (Ride Dirty), I'm a sinner
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If he try me I'll leave his shit on his lunch kit
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Sometimes I wonder how I got off in this fuck shit
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Then I look around at the cars and the clothes and the jewels and hoes
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Ain't no secret, it's all exposed
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[Chorus]
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Used To Be
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UGK |