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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 I'm sayin'?
To you some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni 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 out a ninety-four 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't yet

I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on
On 26 inches just to get my on
One of Jeezy's songs on, make 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 tell 'em you wit' him, all 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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It's the Gulf Way Boulevard
Swangin' on T.I., S's and
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I my pose

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

Lean 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 side to side

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I'm switchin' to lane, leanin' on the switch
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin'
Too $hort 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 must die

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

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