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Got front and back, and side to side |
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Got front and back, and side to side |
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Got front and back, and side to side[Pimp C] |
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Never let broke gold diggers ride |
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I got a '64 |
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Chevy in my yard |
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A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard |
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White plush inside nothin' rolls as fresh |
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Triple gold double- |
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A Dayton's is the best, ugh |
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I got them sixteen switches like |
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DreCos where |
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I'm from fool that's what everybody play |
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UGK-1 written smooth on my plates |
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Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake |
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I'm bout to hit |
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Gulfway, just passed |
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Troy'sI'm dippin by myself, |
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I'm bout to call up my boys |
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I pass up the carwash |
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I see some women lookin fine |
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I hit the corner one more time to see the booty from behind |
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Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump |
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I got the |
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JVC's and the giggas so it bump, ugh |
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I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man |
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I got the, front back, and side to side daddy[Hook - x2][Pimp C] |
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It's pimpin pimpin, |
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I'm hittin switches, checkin out my strapbut |
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I keep on dippin, steady pimpin, kickin, how's about the winter man? |
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Makin sure these snitches, ain't stoppin riches, 5- |
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Oh on my back |
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I'm chillin, hidin and winnin, pockets feelin fat[Bun B] |
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And I come round your corner shinin, leanin, ever so stunnin |
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Gangstas put down their gun andwomen and children come outside and start runnin |
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They catch a glimpse of the |
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P-A pimp whoopin whips |
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Never goin out out like simps, walkin your block with gangsta limp[Pimp C] |
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Some fools roll |
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Lincoln, some fools roll |
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Jagbut the crew from |
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Texas roll them |
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Lacs, white walls and rags |
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With the candy paint and wheel and grill, and wooden dash'94 |
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I gotta keep it trill, down for my cash[Bun B] |
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I gots my stash so |
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I switches, keep on burninand these tires keep on turnin |
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I be rollin through your scene, flashin green, freaks be yearninto be down, the |
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Under Ground |
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Kingz drinkin |
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Crown with the |
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CokeNever broke, we make the concrete pound baby[Hook - x2][Bun B] |
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It's the Gulfway boulevard niggas, tearin up |
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All four corners on your block fool, nuttin but that bunny hophappenin, high cappin, daily routine, my load is plush |
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Interior crush and fool |
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I'm too clean |
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To be like the rest, |
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I must excite the bestin your soul so letta player take control |
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And do what the hell ya been waitinseein that's me rollin on three |
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Dayton'sWe're rollin them thangs in the air, just hangin up there |
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Shinin steel fat man, but |
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I don't care if everybody sit back and stare |
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Everywhere we go they linin up as if we're startin up a parade |
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And everybody thinkin they get paid |
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But I don't really give a damn, with a six pack? |
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Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip, don't even trip, |
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I ain't nobody's punk |
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So swing down sweet rag top and let me ridewanna skate, baby don't wait let's glide and slide right[Pimp C] |
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Never let broke gold diggers ride |
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Never let broke gold diggers ride |
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Never let broke gold diggers ride" |
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Got front and back, and side to side" |
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Never let broke gold diggers ride" |
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Got front and back, and side to side"" |
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Got front and back, and side to side" |
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Never let broke gold diggers ride* repeat to fade * |
