Hypnotize Minds, UGK, Three 6 Mafia, another classic baby, put some salve in your mouth, going down My bitch a choosy lover, never *** without a rubber, never in the sheets like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a compressor, top notch hoes get the most not the lesser Trash like the *** for forty dollars in the club, ***ing up the game bitch it gets no love She be cross country giving all that she got, a thousand a pop I'm pulling villains off the lot I smashed up the great one, bought me a red, every time we hit the parking lot return head Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary, your bitch chose me you ain't a pimp you a fairy She's a loser Baby you been rolling solo time to get down with the team, the grass is greener on that other side If you know what I mean I show you *** you never seen, it's seven wonders of the world And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl I don't mean my woman that ain't my style, need a real street stalker to walk a green mile We piling up the paper on the dining room table, cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable We rockin' Russian sable, keep that chiller on the rack, but I look like what's a thousand dollar *** up on my back I'm a million dollar Mac that need a billion dollar bitch, put my pimpin' in your life, watch your daddy get bitch Easy as ABC, simple as 1, 2, 3, get down with UGK, pimp CB you with me Cause what's a hoe with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes, we try to get chose Now when they heard who in the club, DJ Paul, bitches chosen up When they see I'm icy like a slug, then they frozen up Like my homie Project Pat, he keep them cups raising up Snizzle flimsy kicks off in my dollar, gotta nose it up I down drank by the liters, I'm a drinker hoe You swear you're doing it like me, cause I thank a hoe What you thinking bro, need to get your money way up UGK and 3-6 mob, you got your gal trained up I'm still dripping, get mail, my pockets on swale The number one D-Boy, Mr. Escale I don't *** around with bitches who tail Put hoes in your brain, need bodies to smell I'm African pain, and got time for jail I paid off the judges, the jury, the sheriff You know it's the juice, may never will fail I'm still sipping turd, slow motion like Zell I'm still sipping turd, baby