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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I know a lot of niggaz out there
Man who ain't up on this South shit
Probably wonderin' the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm
To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic
All the UGK alumni like myself what this is man, hey Bun

I '66 Impala so fresh
White top, drop wit' the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I done yet

I got the checker red leather and I'm 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, come up in my hood, bet them know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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

it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the
The painted cars wit' the chopped off tops
Now put ya up against the wood wheel

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

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

Pimp C, I keep my money on my
Keep a hooker on the track and a swisher full of pine
If y'know like I know, you try it
Wanna jack me for my car, you must wanna die

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

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