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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

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

I '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt wit' the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a 'Vette
bowl, televisions 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 songs on, 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 him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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the Gulf Way Boulevard 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 might ya toes
to the slab, the dunks, the drops
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off
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 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 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, smokin' green and hittin'
Bumpin' Too baby, in a candy red Biarritz
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do

C, I keep my money 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 creepin' slow, on a Colt fo'
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the pistol here in the do'

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