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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I know a lot of y'all niggaz out
Man who up on this down South shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to now, ah ah?
But it's an 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 gotta '66 Impala so
White top, burnt drop wit' the on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't 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 raised up, Dr. Dre six four

Hey, up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you 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 lose ya toes
to the slab, the dunks, the drops
The candy cars wit' the chopped off tops
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood

Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your
Keep it trill, this the South baby, and GA
T.I. for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's to ride
Show them boys you got that front and side to side baby

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I'm switchin' lane to lane, on the switch
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and licks
Bumpin' Too baby, in a candy red Biarritz
Drop the top and pimp the lot and the trunk do tricks

Pimp C, I keep my money on my
a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine
If y'know like I know, you try it
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you wanna die

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

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