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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 wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to now, ah ah?
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure I'm sayin'?
To bring you some shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like know what this is man, hey Bun

I gotta '66 so fresh
White top, burnt wit' the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a out a ninety-four 'Vette
bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet

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

Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches Tip
If you 'em you wit' him, all them 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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It's the Gulf Way Boulevard
on T.I., S's and Fo's
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my

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

Lean up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, 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 time to
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side

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I'm switchin' to lane, leanin' 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 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 must die

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

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