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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I a lot of y'all niggaz out there
Man who up on this down South shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you to right now, ah ah?
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure I'm sayin'?
To bring you some gangsta of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni myself 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, pimpin' 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 Jeezy's on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass 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 strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you won't trip
Once I empty out clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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It's the Gulf Way gangsta
on T.I., S's and Fo's
Pirellis and Blades and 'em of hoes
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I my pose

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 off tops
Now put ya up against the wood wheel

Lean up on ya leather, chunk 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
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I'm switchin' to lane, leanin' on the switch
on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too baby, in a candy 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 keep a swisher full of
If y'know like I know, you try it
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you wanna die

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

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