"Sippin, on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm good Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the is shinin The queen is ridin and Finger's behind me So never you mind me, I'm just hustling, My pockets are heavy and my are blindin My pistols are and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the Cause we it trill, that's from ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Put sets in the sky, cause this one is for you Keep on keepin it true, fuck and again Cause we play the game to say we play, we play to win
[Hook: F.A.B. X2] Leanin to the side, you cain't speed Two per hour, so everybody sees you Ridin by myself, with the in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, on bo'"
F.A.B.] Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm a kid Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you down the block, knockin pictures off your wall Just showin off my made by Paul Wall speakers in my grill on blast Like my in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs Seat laid back, you know how us be Keep your head up Bun B, in peace Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't Rhyme through the and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch Haters hot, mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an cat Prince of the coast brought back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac Smoke so much, got cataracts, rollin up for a matter of fact F.A.B. get love F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at Oakland down to Houston, only with them savage cats
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[Chamillionaire (Over Chamillitary mayne, yeah)] It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess me And F-A-B, when they see, money yes they pay me Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all they cain't get me Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get key Take that jet out to West, swang and get our swerve on Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves Vehicle sittin low, pimp that caddy very slow They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I heard holmes"
[Paul I'm leanin to the sideways, sittin crooked My Jolly Ratchet got all of the people lookin I'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass Peep the way a move, take notes lil young-un I'm movin slow mo', off a potent fo' Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the do' You know I'm just a hustler all about my doe Gettin cake and up that paper, I need mo'
X2]
"Sippin, on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"