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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lean back up on ya leather, a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the South baby, 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 lane 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 pimp the lot and watch the do tricks

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

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

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