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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 down shit
wonderin' what 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 proportions
All the UGK alumni like know what this is man, hey Bun

I gotta '66 Impala so
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four
Fish bowl, televisions I ain't done yet

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

Hey, come up in my hood, bet 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
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz 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 of hoes
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my

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

Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and 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, time to ride
Show them 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 red Biarritz
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do

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

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

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