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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 South
Probably what the fuck you listenin 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 like myself know what 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 ninety-four
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I done yet

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

Hey, come up in my hood, bet them know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon'
If I up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' 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 choose my

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

Lean back up on ya leather, a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, the South baby, Texas 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 boys you got that 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 of pine
If y'know I know, you wouldn't try it
jack 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'
on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'

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