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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I know a lot of y'all niggaz out
Man who ain't up on this down South
Probably wonderin' the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
But it's an honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'?
To bring you gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know this is man, hey Bun

I '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four
Fish bowl, televisions I ain't done yet

I got the checker red leather and I'm on chrome
On 26 inches to get my roll on
One of Jeezy's on, make them bitches get low
I get ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four

Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you won't trip
I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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the Gulf 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 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 diamonds up against the wood

Lean back up on ya leather, 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 to ride
Show them you got that front back 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 hittin'
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the do tricks

Pimp C, I my money 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 really wanna hit ya this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin'
Comin' down creepin' slow, on a Colt fo'
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the right here in the do'

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