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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

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

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

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

Hey, up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz trip
Once I empty out clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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It's the Gulf Way 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 choose my

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

back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm for P.A.
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's to ride
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
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin'
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red
Drop the top and the lot and watch the trunk do tricks

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

But I don't really wanna hit ya with hot thang
I just wanna get some in the turnin' 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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