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C]
somethin, bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin
Young Pimp.. know what we (Texas!)

Pimp C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut
All my got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck x3
I'm smokin out, up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it

C]
Grippin grain, lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy thang
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, I'mma +Hot Boy+, gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the way they can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
But you and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the God that you was a sinner
You takin these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me she want a winner
I mix a ho head up like a blender, ho a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young dealer, now I'mma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson, say my name watch the priest reaction
Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga to move up out the city
The game but the bitch pretty, lemme snort some white girl up off ya titty
Ya me right, we play wit our nose
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink coat to match the mink on the in my candy 'Lac

[Mike
Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky
Drop the top in the parking lot so can see butter guts & swangs
Candy paint what I'm flippin on, and vogues what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood grain I'm on, grippin on
I said! paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo wood I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left to right then I turn up the
I'mma say it for those who know my name, know my name
They call me Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and 'em on the run
Cause I got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it trill like and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! I it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!

B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' 4's and vogues they clankin out
When they pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, paint, belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Some like the white but I'mma roll the green, purple dro up in the
ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later
wit' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater
If so, I roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I'm Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man {*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya down
Playa you need to sit down, you ya league
Tryna up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load, you can't the weight
Not like them boys up out that Star state so get it straight
We be...