[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
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I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
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And I got a candy '84 on 3's
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And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees
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I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
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Nigga, you're a lame you ain't holding like Sweet James
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They ? on my phone, call me Sir Jones
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Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
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20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
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Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
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Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
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Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do... do
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[Chorus: Bun B]
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Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, bitches we controllin' na
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Man, I'm Holdin na [x4]
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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Man, I break the scene, way before I became a teen
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Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
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Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
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I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it
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I made it to levels that other players only dream
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Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream
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And my money went from green to poppin' chrome
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Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (?) to bone
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Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
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But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
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Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
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But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it 'cause we holdin' na
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: C-Note]
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I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
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Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
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My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
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And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
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Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
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Four TV's in my cars, I'm a ghetto star
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Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
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We got these broads steady trippin' cause it platinum we shippin'
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From Clover Land to PA (Port Arson) It be on for life
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And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life
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Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
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And if we ? at the light you might lose your ice
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It's the C the N to the O-T-E
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And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG
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I put it down for Botany and that SUC
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We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin' na
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[Chorus]
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Holdin' Na
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UGK |