(feat. Big Gipp (Goodie Mob))



[Verse One: Pimp C]

Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh

Everybody want to know why the airplane was late

I was waiting for whitey to get fucking paper straight

I'm an underground king nigga, lets my nuts hang

Nigga saying I'm only in (????) Ain't no thang nigga

Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich

I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that shit

They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real

While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills

Fuck how them bitches feel, I'm working wood wheel

In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get killed

If he keeps talking shit, ain't no thang to get hit

On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss

But everywhere we go, we represent the south

For Them niggas and Them girls with them golds in they mouth

Them boys with them P's and O's in they house

It's all about the trill bitch you ain't what this about...about...about



[Chorus: Bun B]

When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit

Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit

Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball

But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fucking with y'all

When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit

Acting bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit

Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball

But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fucking with y'all



[Verse Two: Bun B]

Say, nigga ain't got shit to hide

I ain't got nothing to prove

We ain't got nothing to gain but I got everything to lose

So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue

Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya

Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit, I be the same

The game will never be the same, It was made for me yo gain

You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly

Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many niggas pop collars and drop dollars

Baby ballin' bullshitter frontin' like rottweiliers

No bark, no bite, but showing thangs

Talking loud like they knowing thangs

I'm from Texas nigga, all we do is blow them thangs

Fuck your clique, your corner, your city, your last name

Stuck in the fast lane,(????) your ass mane

Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night

Got your ass in a fight

It ain't no passing tonight



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[Verse Three: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob]

People waiting, some be hating, I'll be shaking, they'll be faking

Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall

Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready

For anybody crossing the line with that fuck shit

I got a (????), got a hoe, got a trunk with the funk

Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump

Remember me? The one that had your back up in the club?

Remember me? The one that bring you on and show you love?

Remember me? The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina

With a rusty ass niner looking for trouble

So what? I know the same streets you know

Yeah so what? I go the same places you go

I got the mark in my skin so you know my set

I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late

I'm the king in these streets till the muthafucking end

So you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with my friend



[Chorus]