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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I know a lot of y'all out there
Man who up on this down South shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you to right now, ah ah?
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm
To bring you some shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK like myself know what this is man, hey Bun

I gotta '66 so fresh
White top, burnt wit' the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a 'Vette
Fish bowl, pimpin' I ain't done yet

I got the red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my on
One of Jeezy's on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, Dr. Dre six four

Hey, up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon'
If I up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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It's the Gulf Way Boulevard
Swangin' on T.I., S's and
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of
I'm a playa, you can by how I choose my pose

When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya
to the slab, the dunks, the drops
The candy painted wit' the chopped off tops
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood

back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the baby, Texas and GA
T.I. for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to
Show boys you got that front back and side to side baby

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I'm switchin' to lane, leanin' on the switch
Sippin' on the barre, green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red
Drop the top and the lot and watch the trunk do tricks

Pimp C, I keep my on my mind
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of
If y'know I know, you wouldn't try it
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you wanna die

But I don't really hit ya with this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the lane
Comin' down slow, sippin' on a Colt fo'
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the pistol right in the do'

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