" continues to repeat x12 in background) I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl [E-40] Oooh! [Bun B
' jock I ain't mad at ya 'cuz the pimpin' don't stop I hold the name of the game, my chick chose him It's nothin' to get knocked off, I'm feelin' all
That ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup I stay sippin that purple oil I stay flippin the slab on 4's Cuz I'm a hustla til I'm in the soil My wrist game is one
could run and tell ya friends that I'm on I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I be stunnin Nigga lay it down, i'm com'n I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga Nigga I'm com'n, ( ? ) it's on you nigga I'm com'n, you better
They know I'm mob stompin' Texas they know that I'm rollin' with Jane They know it's UGK for life and that I'm down with Bun They know we grindin' b***
you like that Choose a pimp, I'm the shit Check the record, I'm legit That nigga you with he counterfeit He crawlin, I'm ballin bitch ~! Don't get offended when I
I just wanna teach your brain I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang M-J- fucking G Touch me I'm in reaching range Lets hit the beach
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag! Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks
other MC around can go like I go I brought the new style in and the bass it got crunker I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker Do I wanna rap or
I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show I know my shit is extreme But I'm all about them does (Pimpin' ain't no illusion) When I'm steppin' on the
fuckin bed I'm lookin at fed, I'm pullin auto Tommorow I got quarter ain't gon' fo Nigga oh me money thankin this shit bought a six four I'm bout ta
Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I
fan out of you too (you too, you too) when i met you you were Tom, ........, Chris Martin, and U2 when you met me i was 3 6, Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, and
admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a
out to Bun B I met Escobar, my ring one key Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool We both millionaires, let's make some thug moves I'm paranoid it
I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy