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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I a lot of y'all niggaz out there
Man who ain't up on this down South
Probably what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
But it's an honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'?
To you some gangsta shit 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 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I done yet

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

Hey, come up in my hood, bet bitches know Tip
If you 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz 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 Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., S's and
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of
I'm a playa, you can by how I choose my pose

When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya
to the slab, the dunks, the drops
The candy painted cars wit' the off tops
Now put ya up against the wood wheel

Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your
it trill, this the South baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm 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, leanin' on the
on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red
Drop the top and the lot and watch the trunk do tricks

Pimp C, I my money on my mind
a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine
If like I know, you wouldn't try it
jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die

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

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