1.Da Game Been Good To Me
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot..
But the game been good to meeeee...
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
But the game been good to meeeee...
UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul
You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes
You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
They already know you got shit on your name
Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain
Take yo' piece, rings and watch
You play rich, boy you need to stop
I ain't dissin nobody, no particular name
Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH!
(Pussy nigguuuh..)
I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
I write what I see, what I do, and what I know
And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
Now whether at a show, in the booth, or on the street
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin mouth
'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance
Some niggaz just ball wit' a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread
You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head
Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it
Click clack, motherfucker!
(Pussy nigguuuh..)
You got caught with that work on 10
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
But he took 15, befo' you could tell
He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell
I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five？
Who you had to fuck to give back that time？
Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN MIND？
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack？
If the feds hit me, I'ma hit yo' ass BACK!
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!
(Smoke sum'hin, bitch..)
Got caught with the shit, twenty years
Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch..
The game been good to meeeee...
(Hol' up, bitch!)
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough..
The game been good to meeeee...
(Pussy nigguuuh..)
2.She Luv It
作詞：Butler, Freeman, Moore
Hold up
And she luv it
And she luv it
Hold up
I make her get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
Get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
I can feel you putting my dick inside your mouth
Trying to fit my whole dick and nuts inside your mouth
I'm jumping in and out, your pussy trying to stretch it out
When I hit you from the back you say don't pull it out
And that nigga that you live with ain't like me
Ain't from Atlanta but I know these hoes like me
They pulling on my zipper wanna bite me
I got a bitch from Oakland like to get hyphe
In the bed with her head in a jib
Eating on my dick like it's some corn or a barbeque rib
Drop it to the floor, let me fuck with you
Get the camera out, bitch, I'm finna take some pictures
I make her get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
Get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
She's a big fine something ain't she, with that big ass
Bet you she can grind something can't she, she shake it fast
Shake it slow, to and fro, back and forth, up and down
That apple bottom clowning it ain't fucking around
Real stuck on that backside, it's looking kind of right
With the juicy tank top and a loop of ten heels
All bullshit aside, she looking ready to kill
But when I say kill, I mean murder the cock
I'm talking beating the pussy up while the headboards knock
She ain't watching the clock, ain't finna answer the phone
'Cause Bun Beata got that dick that put your cheek in a zone
I make her get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
Get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
These hoes loving the living, I'm giving all they can take
These hoes living for loving, I'm shoving dick til' they break
Put your feet in the sky, bring your knees to your chest
Grab a hold to the sheets, bitch, and I'ma do the rest
Get to pressing on your pink, gripping on your soft
To the side, take a ride, from the back I break you off
I want some pussy and some navel and some ass and some mouth
I ain't fucking for me bitch, I'm fucking for the whole south
Show me what you working with, bitch, what you got？
I really wanted to fuck but hoe you went and shaved your cock
A bald head pussy ain't shit, got them razor bumps bitch
Grow some hair and get legit
I make her get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
Get down on a dime, open up the store
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
(And she luv it)
Slide down slow, she getting down on the floor
3.Everybody Wanna Ball
Everybody wanna ball, everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
Everybody wanna ball, everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Uhhh; I'm still smokin out, po'in up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Niggaz look I'm sayin 'What, ' hustlin not in a rut
Gettin down on the grind, puttin meat up in they spine
Young girl lookin fine, comin back with the whole nine
Grip the 'llac, do the track, young go there off the map
Hit the sack, drop seven grams, watch it bubble back
All heart, never fraud, only trustin in the Lord
Never in no man mouth; represent the whole South
Everybody wanna be the boy gettin rich (rich)
Everybody wanna have a bad ass bitch (bitch)
Everybody want a 'llac, wanna blow the doja sack
Everybody wanna come through with the full pack
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Everybody wanna ball, everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
Everybody wanna ball, everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
I'm the king pullin the strings, the man behind the man
And the trillest, swear to it, with Bible in my hand
Represent it for the G's (and who？) the real trill fellas
Tried to tell us we couldn't do it, don't even try
They almost had me believin that shit, I won't even lie
I had to look 'em in they eye to see the hate in they heart
See everybody can't love you mayne, they just playin they part
(for real)
I was taught to play my position and wait for my shot
And win the game, blow the spot, fuck who like it or not
You can't please everybody (no) you might as well please you
And keep it 100 with yourself, just like the G's do (like the
G's do)
Uhhhh; everybody wanna have a platinum ass dick (dick)
Or a gold ass pussy, don't you wanna break a trick？ (trick)
Don Magic Juan told me to stay true (true)
It's all about the green, not the red or the blue (blue)
The lean, flat screens and the disc say Screw (Screw)
Leanin on a switch (switch) pressin on ya bitch (bitch)
You don't put no gun to your brother head, nigga
Don't put your rubber on like you're squeezin a trigger
On your swipe, shine bright, in the dark or the light
VVS prime cut, 92 karats, I'm right
In the prong set link chain, grippin on the woodgrain
Young girls suckin on my dick like it's a chicken wang
4.Hard As Hell
作詞：Butler, Freeman, Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort
Ooh, ay, ay, ooh, ay, ay
Ooh, ay, ay
It's Akon and UGK
And UGK and UGK, it's Akon
That girl she got me, way she movin' in place
Bendin' over, spreadin' eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell, got me pokin' like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I can't control it, can't you tell, baby？
Show me whatcha workin' with
Ever got knocked out on a brotha kid？
I keep a gold magnum rubber with some KY
Tryna see where I'm comin' from get it in your eye
I like when you get down like a gus of poles
Rolled on a dolphin, get that shit up out your nose
Is that where all your money goes？
I spend mine on Benz and Rolls, Royces choices, get on the pole
Slide down, move around and bring that money back home
He ain't pimp, he's a clone
Wanna eat my dick when it smell my cologne
I'm so thrown in a gang like that
The good cat ball but the mothafucka fat
Girl, whatcha gonna do with all that？
Can see your missin' T's, I hithca from the back
That girl she got me, way she movin' in place
Bendin' over, spreadin' eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell, got me pokin' like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I can't control it, can't you tell, baby？
She was 36, 24, 40
Centerfold stallion uh life of the party
All eyes on her and that goes for me too
Five inch heels and a dress that's see through
As soon as I saw her I knew that it was time
As soon as she saw me she knew that she was mine
If this is a dream then I don't wanna wake
And if this is as good as it seems, come on you gotta shake
Her body's not real it look like crunk drew her
If she don't step to me I'm finna run to her
And off top man, my mouth will drop man
For a minute it felt like the world just stopped man
Then started again, now I'm startin' to feel like
I could really give
Baby girl, I hearted a tril and once you got the heart
You got the dope but right now we gots to go
'Cause baby girl gots ta know
That girl she got me, way she movin' in place
Bendin' over, spreadin' eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell, got me pokin' like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I can't control it, can't you tell, baby？
The boyz we mean they on bended knee
Make it disappear you want the Texas T
Girls in France like Texas D
They say ooh, la, la, a, wee, wee, wee
Mercee voku, baby girl, you know you
Got the hot butter my knife gotta go through
Sometimes it cuts slow sometimes it cut quick
It don't matter because it's still good dick, come on
Shorty got me swollen now
Chicka say wanna nigga hold her now
Grippin' the tie she ready to bone me now
Diggin' up in that belly got her moanin' now
And 'round and 'round I go
When I come up and down she go
When she cum everybody know
When we cum moneys on the floor, baby
That girl she got me, way she movin' in place
Bendin' over, spreadin' eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell, got me pokin' like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I can't control it can't you tell, baby？
That girl she got me, way she movin' in place
Bendin' over, spreadin' eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell, got me pokin' like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I can't control it, can't you tell, baby？
5.Purse Comes First
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, P.A. to H-Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uhh) Flippin and dippin, sippin and grain grippin
Watch him lie through my rearview mirror, I ain't trippin
I done rolled with the best and acted bad in the worst
Dick is a commodity bitch the purse come first
They say they with animals, my mouth is perverse
Ain't overstandin us nigga, my life ain't rehearsed
Ain't no rewind button like DVD
They never show the real neighborhood on TV (TV)
Ours ain't prison and 'The Wire' ain't dope
President is the supplier, government got all the coke
Wouldn't depend on Noriega is it wasn't for no Reagan (Reagan)
While all the Christian holidays the same day as the Pagans (as
the Pagans)
I look like this, I don't talk it, I make 'em think I'm dumb
I keep dick out they eyes, don't see where I'm cummin／comin from
I lay between thighs, she put it in her mouth and hum
Life is a pussy motherfucker, I'm gon' get me some
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane (plane)
No it's just another drone spyin on us mayne (mayne)
It's a new world order, at least that's what I read (read)
And big brother is watchin, I just heard somebody said
Jesus was married to Mary (Mary) and they both had a kid (kid)
And it's a piece of history that the Catholic church hid (hid)
Man fuck the Da Vinci code, fuck Illuminati~!
Only secret society is Rap-A-Lot and John Gotti (Gotti)
This Halliburton contracts and war profiteerin (teerin)
With Cheney on the board, is you motherfuckers hearin？ (hearin)
They send us off to war, kill our kids and got paid to
America, open yo' eyes (for real) these niggaz played you (man)
And played me too, shit I pay taxes (taxes)
They let these bitches wage war against the evil axis (axis)
Pull up all the e-mails, memos and the faxes (faxes)
So we can really see what all the facts is, you bastards
Yea, yea, yea
'Now where ya been Gipp？ ' Gonnnne 'round the world with Nelly
Leave it up in her jelly, swisha sweet we blowin smelly
We don't blog, we don't surf, we don't search neither
We don't trust, we don't pass, we just touch people
We hit 'em three times, ain't lyin／line like Adidas
Surrounded by killers and dealers and club geekers
Summertime, Dapper Dan, candy ridin coupes
Wintertime, snow suits with the Louie boots
See the purse came first, the love came later
The pussy got wet and captain D came greater
I do it for the Bun and I do it for the Pimp
For the hustlers and the gangstas doin time behind the fence
6.Still On The Grind
(feat. Raheem DeVaughn)
Steady long, steady wrong nigga Check one-two one-two one-two
bitch Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout？ Jack Tripper, 'Three's
Company' hoe Percy Mack, Sweet Jones, check it out
Uhh, I stay on the grind, fuckin hoe defined Get ten all the
time, lay my life on the line Sippin, smokin 'dro, pimp dick on
yo' hoe Legs are on the stove, P-I-M-P on the low Gators swangin
out, swangers hangin out Never bangin, I got work I slang it out
Keep a yellow pro, and a brown horse And a squad too, I'm the
player's choice
So pimpin save your voice, hold your breath, shut your lip Hoe
you can't handle Bun and you can't fuck with Pimp We like surf
and turf, they call us steak and shrimp Know we shake and lames
are famous but make it simp' Trillest ever born, G'est ever
built Fuck with us you'll be the deadest hoes ever killed Live
from the corner, direct from the hood via satellite bitch, we
the Kingz grippin wood and it's good
Hey, if you a hustler, it ain't easy Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da,
do-dahhhhhhhh And we're still, still Still on the grind Da, da,
do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Yes we're still, we're still
We're still, still on the grind
Uhh, I keep candy girls, big dick in they world Messin up they
curl, bowlin ball paper swirl Gotta trap it white, baller candy
bike I don't light it though; get too high, stay too low I live
by the code, extra credit mode Fuckin with that prince I keep a
bankroll Livin by the land, P.A. by the C Any nigga fuck with
Bun he gon' die by me I'm my brother's keeper, not no movie shit
My life is a film, I'm on some groovy shit I ain't Smoochie
bitch, make girls do this dick Rich or tongue-in-cheek, bitch
you's a +Super Freak+ Bitch my name ain't Rick, bitch you think
you slick Askin me for rent, you better find a trick I ain't
payin, you need to be payin me Pussy a dime a dozen but the dick
ain't free
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Yeah we're still, said
we're still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da,
do-dahhhhhhhh And we're still, still, still, still Still on the
grind
UGK back in the game, bringin that crack and the 'caine Swervin
'Llac in the lane, swangers click-clack in the gang We paper
stack in the game (game) what you lack in the game Solid
foundation, my nigga, no cracks in the frame (frame) Bun B, that
be the name, P.A.T. that be the town (town) You see fingers up,
that mean that haters down (down) And G that is the code, big
body slab is the load (load) We get throwed, we the shit nigga,
ask the commode We get skeptic mayne when shit get hectic mayne
Roll with the trill, we don't deal with the skeptics mayne Bring
it on record mayne, what you expected mayne (uhh) Bun and Pimp
is back so just respect it mayne (yeah) We affected the game
(game) we are not gonna change (change) Scrap with lames it go
brrrap-brrrap at your brain (brain) We insane singin licks with
them bricks 36 in the mix with no tricks, get a fix for your
cliques
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Said we still, every
day We still, still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da,
do-dahhhhhhhh We still, we still, every day We still, still on
the griiiiind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh We still,
we still, hoooo Still on the griiiiind, griiiiind Da, da,
do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Said we on the grind, we on the
grind Still on the grind The grind, the grind The grind, still
on the grind UGK for liiiiife
7.Swishas ＆ Erb
作詞：Ruben Bailey, Patrick Brown, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman,
Raymon Murray, Rico Wade
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Sippin' lean, smokin' on some pine
Girl I'm pimpin', got money on my mind
Game is crazy, niggaz lazy, I got heavy fire
for sure
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
You know Bun B the business street soulja in the trenches
Frontline comin' down on twenty four inches
Dope boys hangin' on the corners and the benches
Sayin' it's a drout so it's plenty of heat pinches
Boy, used to come up from the rags to the riches
Plush lifestyle with the bad ass bitches
But now it's like the game is full of nothin' but some snitches
And wanna be gangsters that's scared to put 'em in ditches
Fed's takin' pictures so the cameras go click
And video rollin' while I'm holdin' my dick
They follow me around like they doin' they job
But while you watchin' me how many people gettin' robbed
Lets keep it trill 'cause we already know
What it already is and how it already go
That's why we chop blades comin' down real slow
Pop trunks, swang, riders slam Cadillac door
Pass the swisha let's blow
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Before we get started, every body roll up one for Pimp C
Before we go any further, take your lighter, light it up for me
Now let's go, now let's go and all the girls get down on the
floor
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
I'm whippin' big wheels, whippin' big wheels
Hope your drink don't spill whippin' big wheels
Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
And if you all down for me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
And if you all down with me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
8.7th Street Interlude
Pimp C：
Ugh
Styin' on the grind, I been down for mine
Steady Pushin' white at 16
Fuckin' hoe that's fine, smokin' on the kind
Used to mix the wine with the lean
Now we sip soda with the Barre
20 inch blades on the car
Choppin' on the road, blowin' on the dro
Shinin' in the sun like a star
You can't stay rich if you a bitch cuz hoes can't hold no bread
Fuck, 2 million niggas need a daddy other pussy niggas just
scared
Tell your bitch to let me get some head
You ain't no pimp I knew you was a clone
I already hit nigga, it ain't shit nigga, I done left your bitch
alone
9.Texas Avenue Interlude
Bun B：
PA is the town, where it's goin' down, West side to the East
it's off the chain
I'm bangin' my surround, swangin' on these clowns, candy paint
is drippin' leavin' stains
You see the diamonds grippin' on the grain, chrom-ed lady
sittin' on the grill
Leanin' down the fifth, smokin' on the fif , drop the top and
let em' see the trill
UGK 4 Life, you better ask your wife, she'll tell you Bun and
Pimp the real
Light, back the knife so if you actin' schife then Imma give you
somethin' you can feel
Don't make me have to go and pull the steel
I cock it back and then I let it go
And put one in your dome, cuz I be puttin' on, for my city
better let it know
10.Used To Be
I used to be the smallest nigga, now I'm the big ballin nigga
Comin down grippin wood, keepin these motherfuckin bitches
callin nigga
I used to be the small nigga, now I'm candy crawlin nigga
Bag ain't right catch you on the next pack nigga
Yo' shit ain't locked when ya hit it with the soda
Everybody else with the same stamp got A-1 yola
Bitch, who taught you how to cook food？
The next time we both gon' drop seven in a pot fool
I bet I come back with 29
Bitch Snow blow up - make the dope fiends flow up
It's all about the ducks mayne, the stash spot tucked mayne
A hundred packs stacked inside my Cadillac truck mayne
It came from cross the border, I bring 'em cross the state line
And if they catch me wit 'em I ain't fin' to do no state time
But see I'm trill, if they get me I'ma take mine
And you ain't fin' to hear about me talkin through the grapevine
Fifty-fo' and shit poppin didn't go P.C.
It's (UGK 4 Life) bitch, that's on G.P.
Oooh; reppin and retrievin, hustlin, dollar danglin
Pockets used to be leakin, but now my pockets hangin
I came in the game with a prayer and a wish and a hope and a
dream tryin to do my thing
with a digital beam and a mayonnaise jar and a razor blade and
an ounce of cream
Posted on magazine when I'm in 14, servin them fiends in the
middle of the night
Tryin to get my money right, gettin my dick sucked in the broad
daylight
Clockwork, work around the clock, by myself when I go clock
Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks, on the block goin block for
block
I used to be the smallest of ballers but now I'm taller
It's a shame what that 'caine and that soda did with that water
Ask your mother or your father, your sister or either daughter
or them ballin ass pimpin ass niggaz from Port Arthur
I'm a starter, I go harder, mix the soft in the pot
Hit the hood, up to no good with jugs and whatnot
All gas, no brakes, no shake, just rocks
Been gettin gooder with a gang of chocks, it don't stop
Ghetto superstar, with candy on my car
Apple cranberry juice mixed with the bar
28 inches in the air we are
Two pimp niggaz in the area
With them P.A. niggaz, Rap-A-Lot mob
Salute to the president and I don't mean Barack
Fire up the sticky, let the champagne pop
And the big thick yellows to they knees best drop
Yeah I used to be the smallest, now I'm tallest on the yard
I'm straight up hard, I'm smilin like Bob
I'm pimp tight! MJ, act like you done heard of
Mister mind my own business, I'm the lesbian converter
It's brains at the top, at the bottom assholes
I done grew into a whale, from a fuckin tadpole
I ain't playin, I can look, y'all mean straight face
I'm back like Kobe Bryant after rape case; boy!
You lookin at a nigga that went from puppy to dog
From tadpole to frog, from pig to a motherfuckin hog
I be smokin on a swisha, that's bigger than a log
And makin up a batch that's as creamy as eggnog
The Feds log every move that I make
So I keep on switchin clothes, switchin cars, switchin plates
They ride behind me undercover in the Rover
I cross over four lanes of traffic to fuck them hoes over - hol'
up
Most drug dealers doin life in the pen
Or spend they last 90,000 on a droptop Benz
Uhh, and I'm a Trill representer
I pray every night that I still (Ride Dirty), I'm a sinner
If he try me I'll leave his shit on his lunch kit
Sometimes I wonder how I got off in this fuck shit
Then I look around at the cars and the clothes and the jewels
and hoes
Ain't no secret, it's all exposed
11.Intro
Ya motherfuckin' right
'Cause where I'm from
Nigga house some motherfuckin' killas
Aiyo Bun, there's a lotta niggas out there
That's dissin' Big Tyme and U.G.K., man
But them motherfuckers don't know where we come from
Or where we did it but you know what I want you to do？
Tell 'em where you from
Niggas always askin' what the fuck do trill stand for？
Trill means if you ain't my nigga, what you shakin my hand for？
Trill mean if you ain't my bitch, don't sit on my lap
And if you ain't from P.A.T., nigga, keep ya strap
The trill drink Olde E out on 7th Street in Texas
Drive a 'Lac or a Buick, motherfuck a Lexus
Trill niggas got the big nuts and big dicks
So what they hittin' fo', fool？ Roll that 4-5-6
Either wearin' Dickies or they sportin high fashion
Laws on the creep, so look for the nine twice
I bail to the shackle five-oh-three and roll some dice
Trill niggas hit the car wash and make 'em shine
You better watch yo' ass when you see the 99
The trill niggas only hit the streets when it's the night
At Circle K.R. Churches to see who wanna fight
We don't take to new faces, quit airin' P.A.T.
You can't just runnin', talkin' 'bout, 'Aiyyo, wassup, G？'
Why you pullin' out your hand？ I'm pullin' out my gat
Catch a blast, motherfucker, you don't know where you at
'Cause see now P.A.T. don't stand for 'Punk Ass Tricks'
It's 'Pullin' All Triggers' and we pull them hoes quick
You talkin' to a nigga with trigger-finger twitch
If you ain't from P.A.T., I'm unloadin' on you, bitch
Ain't no punks where I'm from
Ya motherfuckin' right
'Cause where I'm from
Nigga house some motherfuckin' killas
Yeah, ain't no punks where I'm from
Ya motherfuckin' right
'Cause where I'm from
Nigga house some motherfuckin' killas
Yeah, ain't no punks where I'm from
Ya motherfuckin' right
'Cause where I'm from
Nigga house some motherfuckin' killas
Bitch, ain't no punks where I'm from
Ya motherfuckin' right
'Cause where I'm from
Nigga house some motherfuckin' killas
12.Feelin' You
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin for you
Well hold up, look how baby just rolled up
Coogi jeans on with the back sides twole {？} up
She make playa straight slow up
Say man this girl is a dime from head to toe and from the flo'
up
She make a drink, kid not even wanna po' up
Take his all money to the mall and buy the sto' up
Never a flaw when she show up
These other broads hatin on her, if they sick they need to throw
up
She got class and panache with precision
Picture perfect in my vision and I done made a decision
That I'm tired of wishin, get down with the Bun and Pimp and
You could roll with the playas on the million dollar mission,
c'mon
Uhh, hey mama, I'm a tell you what the deal is
I like your style, I like how you handle your business
You ain't out here trippin chasin boys in showbiz
You're confident, you out here puttin it down for yo' kids
I don't care 'bout no nigga, he don't concern me
He ain't teachin you nothin, you need to learn me
Check out my mind, I'm 24 on the grind
I got the key to the streets, I got a open line
And I don't get caught up in 'he say, she say'
And I don't chase the cat, I keep the P play
I wouldn't holla if I ain't thought you was ready boo
I know you feelin me, cause girl I'm feelin you
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Ooh baby (oh baby)
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now
Yeah she a bad mamma-jamma, a brick, house
Still I fits, out, cause she thick, stout
With the feminine fat, in all the right places
She look me in my eyes and she make all the right faces
Cause she's a real catch, we make a tough pair
A true dynamic duo and we up there
We sittin tall at the top
And if she ride or die for me playa I'm a give her all that I
got
I break her off and not, let her hold the keys
I don't take her out of town, man I take her overseas
It ain't trickin if you spend it on your lady
Bring the bacon home to baby and everything'll be gravy
Just let me know if that's soundin like a plan
Cause all you really need to change your life is the man
And you appealin to the King of the Trill and
I just wanna know if you're feelin me like I'm feelin, you
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Ooh baby (oh baby)
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now
13.The Pimp ＆ The Bun
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Sippin' lean, smokin' on some pine
Girl I'm pimpin', got money on my mind
Game is crazy, niggaz lazy, I got heavy fire
？？ put one on it bitch, it's still five for sure, for sure
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
You know Bun B the business street soulja in the trenches
Frontline comin' down on twenty four inches
Dope boys hangin' on the corners and the benches
Sayin' it's a drout so it's plenty of heat pinches
Boy, used to come up from the rags to the riches
Plush lifestyle with the bad ass bitches
But now it's like the game is full of nothin' but some snitches
And wanna be gangsters that's scared to put 'em in ditches
Fed's takin' pictures so the cameras go click
And video rollin' while I'm holdin' my dick
They follow me around like they doin' they job
But while you watchin' me how many people gettin' robbed
Let's keep it trill 'cause we already know
What it already is and how it already go
That's why we chop blades comin' down real slow
Pop trunks, swang, riders slam Cadillac door
Pass the swisha let's blow
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Before we get started, every body roll up one for Pimp C
Before we go any further, take your lighter, light it up for me
Now let's go, now let's go and all the girls get down on the
floor
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
I'm whippin' big wheels, whippin' big wheels
Hope your drink don't spill whippin' big wheels
Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
？？ lady on my side, hey
And if you all down for me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
And if you all down with me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
14.Harry Asshole
Got a young brown stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
Got a young red stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
Got a young yellow stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
Got a young white stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
You can shave off your pussy, you can wax your shit smooth
But if you do this then my dick will never move
You hoes and the game but you bitches is lame
'Cause you don't know the sto', you a stupid ass hoe
I'ma show you what the deal, you need a 4 inch comb
Now you can get your money fucking right
And get your fucking paper on
'Cause the tricks in the streets they want to bury they beast
And a whole bunch of hair and a bitch is gone be out
Pimps up, hoes down like the fucking movie says all
These other motherfuckers talking down a bitch dead
I'ma show you what time it really is in the south
Young girls getting paid putting dicks in they mouth
You can suck on my nuts but you ain't never gon' make me
'Cause these other motherfuckers don't know they can't shake me
Got a young brown stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
Got a young red stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
Got a young yellow stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
Got a young white stallion and she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole
15.Steal Your Mind
Churrrch...
Say playa, ay manye
This Pimp C, mayne
Ya bitch just got peeled, mayne
I gotcha hoe, mayne
Look here, mayne
Is you gon' gimme the bitch clothes
Or we gon' have to go to war around this bitch
Hol' up, church-y CHOSE
I'm never gon' give a black eye to the game (gaaaame)
True to the code, real pimp, never lame (lame)
Niggaz say I'm fraud (fraud) and not a real mack (mack)
Word to the pimp God, I don't hit you niggaz striaght
If I did, it's cross-country with his face in his mind (miiind)
Two from his rare, 40-hoe dime (40-hoe dime)
If yo' bitch already chose from the CD and the cover
In the liner, 'bout the hoe fuckin on top of the cover
I stole yo' bitch, 'cause you not a good guuuuuy
You cain't control her body, if you cain't control her mind
(miiiind, miiiind)
... That was a line from 'The Mack'
If you LOSE all the bitches, you can have the hoe back
(You can have the hoe back, hoe back, you can have the hoe
back...)
{Man with a dark and demon-like voice}
Now listen here, Bun... Chad...
You gotta get these hoes...
And you gotta break 'em like they NEVER been broke befo'
You gotta get inside they mind
'Cause once you got they mind, you control their body
And once you got the body - YOU GOT IT ALL...
She was a pretty young thang, 21 years old
With a mouth made of gold and a platinum pussy hole (hole)
Blind as an owl, made it fresh off the bus (bus)
She lookin for a dream, but she just met us (us)
You wanna meet a star, baby, don't look in the sky (sky)
It's three right in front of you： me, myself ＆ I (I)
You ask me the truth and I'm a tell you no lie
This is Playa International, but call it P.I. (I)
Now anywhere you wanna go, baby I could take ya
Anyone you wanna be, baby I can make ya
Whitney or Mariah or, Be-yon-cé
But you cain't have a husband or a fi-an-cé
No boyfriends, niggaz or, live-in-lovers
Fuck ya baby daddy's mama, daddy, sisters and, brothers
If ya let me in, once, I'm a never let go
And that's how you steal her mind and make a top, notch, hoe
(What's hap'nin？)... This ol' manye
Holla at me, hit me with some 'Frisco game
Umm, he said, 'It's yo' thang
Man, you doin that, pimpin boy you did yo' thang'
So, I'm doin my thang, spit my game
I keep my hoes in candy canes
Look in the mirror, say it twice
Yeah bitch, I'm Candymanye
Takin ya mind, makin you mine
Put you with the Dogg - yeah
And have you fuckin with a team full of ball players
I'm talkin NBA, and the NFL
Girl, I'm major with this shit, I got clientele
I know the presidents, CEOs' and managers
Get this money for me, let the Boss Dogg manage ya
Real pimpin in the motherfuckin house
That's what the bih'ness is, FOOL whatchu talkin bout？
I know you fuckin with me boo, tell pimpin he's a mark
You should came and sell some pussy for the Dogg After Dark
Woof, woof, woof, woof...
Say mayne, what I can never understand, playa, is...
How these broads can go out, man, in a pourin rain and,
Freezin cold, man, and... y'know ahhh... with nuthin on, man
Ah-and-and-and sell they bodies to these tricks man and
Put themselves in a position to get, g-get beat or-ah-ah
Raped, or-ah even KILLED, man, and take this money
And, all this money they make and bring it back to these niggaz
man
(Aww, that's cause ya pimpin, CHUUCH~!)
Oh, I'm not talkin 'bout me, man, I'm talkin bout them other
niggaz
And that's real, from the big cities to the small towns
You can find 'em everywhere, that's why I move all around
Yeah, she's a fine thang, she ain't heard my game
Make ME ya man and I'll expand ya whole mindframe
I sell, whole lotta things she never heard before
I'm doin the mack real fast, I'm makin HER my whore - BEEEITCH~!
I call the plays, I'm not fazed
But when I look in her eyes, this bitch is amazed
I'm all nonchalant, and she's so excited
It's that Pimpin Incorperated, that P.I. shit
I change ya life, bitch! You never liked it
Usta be, broke as hell, now you drive a fly whip
Chose on a real one, who laced you with the fame, girl
Feels like a dream, don't it？ Ain't even a same world
All you gotta do is, everything I say
I'll be ya daddy and ya man, I'll never let you get up on it
(Let you get up on it, let you get up on it...)
Yeah...
Steal ya mind, beyotch~!
Pimp C, rest in peace...
16.Outro
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