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作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Jones ... |
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Smoke somethin, ************! |
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A trademark (trademark), know what |
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I'm talkin 'bout? |
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Young Pimp... know what we doin? (Texas!) [Chorus: Pimp C] |
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Smokin out, pourin up, puttin ************ up in yo' slut |
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All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck |
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Smokin out, pourin up, puttin ************ up in yo' slut |
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All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck |
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Smokin out, pourin up, puttin ************ up in yo' slut |
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All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck |
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I'm smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup |
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All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it [screwed] [Verse 1: Pimp C] |
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Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin ******* outta candy thang |
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Jammin Lil' |
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Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause |
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I'm a +Hot |
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Boy+, gotta hot flame |
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And my hoes pay me, just like |
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Baby, that's the only way they can lay me |
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************z shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want |
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Sweet Jones be pu************n daisies |
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But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason |
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I knock ya lady |
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How you gon' pimp with'cha ************ up in her? |
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I told the pimp |
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God that you was a sinner |
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You takin these ************ hoes out to dinner, the ************ chose me 'cause she want a winner |
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I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender |
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I used to be a young drug dealer, now |
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I'm a young girl stealer |
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I hit the streets like just like |
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Steve Jackson, ************ say my name watch the priest reaction |
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Sweet Jones or |
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Sweet James? |
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Switched my name and finger ****** the game |
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The ************ fell off 'cause his raps are ************tty, plus a ************ need to move up out the city |
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The game gritty but the ************ pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty |
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Ya heard me right, |
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I play with' what |
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I knows Wear platinum piece and with' the |
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Gucci clothes |
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Paid my dues, |
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I ain't came to lose, |
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I wear Marvin |
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Blackman tennis shoes |
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In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor with' my candy ' |
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Lac [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mike Jones] |
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Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang |
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Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang |
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Candy paint what |
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I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what |
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I'm tippin on |
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Momo wood grain |
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I'm grippin on, grippin on |
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I said! Candy paint what |
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I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what |
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I'm tippin on |
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Momo wood grain |
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I'm grippin on, codeine in cup |
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I'm sippin on |
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I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left and right then |
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I turn up the bang |
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I'm a say it for those who don't know my name, know my name |
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They call me |
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Mike Jones and |
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I blew up quick, |
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Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists? |
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I sit on buck in that candy 6, and |
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I keep that thing real handy ************! |
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I keep it trill like |
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Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run ' |
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Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard ************ and bubble gum! |
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I said! I keep it trill like |
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Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run ' |
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Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard ************ and bubble gum! |
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I said! I keep it trill like |
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Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run ' |
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Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard ************ and bubble gum! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] |
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When I pull the slab out and hit the block, with' them 4's and vogues they clankin out |
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When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock |
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With' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back |
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Don't disrespect or call this a |
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Cadi, maybe this more than just a ' |
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Lac Some like it white but |
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I'm a go to green, purple dro up in the swisha |
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Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us |
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We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later |
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Down with' that you understand the |
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G Code and if you don't then you'se hater |
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Insult, I can't roll with'cha, it ain't how |
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I do it man |
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I'm from Texas, |
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P.A. to be exact where we screw it man [screwed] |
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U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down |
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Bring them trill ************z to ya hood and shut ya ************t down |
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Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league |
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Tryna keep up with' the trill, you just might die of fatigue |
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You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight |
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Not like them boys up out that |
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Lone Star state so get it straight |
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We be... [Chorus] |