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