[Jazze Pha:]
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~! Ladies and gentlemen!
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You are now tuned in to the very best (the very best)
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This, is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
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U.G.K., Pimp C (Sweet Jones) Bun B!
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[Chorus x2: Pimp C]
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I'm out here grippin on the wood, sittin on the leather
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Keep the gold diggin bitches tryin to keep they shit together
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Swangin through yo' hoods, diamonds on the wheel
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When you see a pimp shinin bitch, tell me how you feel
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[Pimp C:]
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I call my motherfuckin swangers on the slab, money on my mind (miiiind)
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Twenty-fo' seven I'm out here on the grind (grind)
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Wanna jack, that way to heaven, got somethin for ya spine (spine)
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Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try (try)
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I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C. (T.B.C.)
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Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's (V's)
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Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest (rest)
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When jumpin out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest (chest)
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Hangin 'round my neck (neck) blindin you niggaz (niggaz)
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I ain't cappin, I'm just tellin you what's hap'nin
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Some niggaz be winnin, and some be steady losin
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Touchin down, women they stayin, they steady chosin
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Tired of feelin bashed and mashed and want some cash
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You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man (man)
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Cause I'm a stand up in her and sin her cause she a winner (winner)
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I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin, y'all some beginners
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:]
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Yeah, swangin on Vogues...
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Yeah, well I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind (grind)
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The product of the product, and the cousin of crime
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So get that fuck up out your mind (mind) I'm born to this life (life)
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And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife
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So all you triflin-ass, stiflin-ass, mud-stuck, fuck boys
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Gettin bound to borin, you shit out of luck boys
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The Kingz is back in the buildin, just in the knick of time
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And we fin' to do it to it partner (WHAT!) while you niggaz lyin
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Touchin us you niggaz dyin, kill you hoes, just for tryin
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Death befo' dishonor (dishonor) you never see me testifyin
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Standin on the stand, grab a workout in the yard
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Trill niggaz never fraud, you can put that on the Lord
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Goin hard, ask the hardest nigga you know in the street
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I'm the last nigga that, that nigga wanna meet
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Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is
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So get the fuck up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin biz
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On my sheeit
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:]
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Well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G
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And you put 'em both together ('gether) what the fuck would you see
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U.G.K. nigga, I'm fresher than a cashmere sweater (sweater)
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When it come to keepin it trill, nobody do it better
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Ain't no candy paint wetter (wetter) no 24's classier
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No leather seats softer (softer) no other brothers classier
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And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll mayne (okay)
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Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control mayne
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[Pimp C:]
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UNGGGH! I got a candy cup, sittin on buck
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Two-hundred thousand when I roll up
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Year ago, I was on lock
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Now I'm out here, droppin them tops
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48 months, I was gone
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Barely got back, it's still on
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I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free
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All y'all all can eat a big D
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I see the Kingz winnin
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Thought it was over, it's the beginnin
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Underground we run the South
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Diss me I'm a bust your mouth
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I don't run I come to your house
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You gon' lose, nigga that's no doubt
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We can jump or pop it out
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I ain't Jeezy don't swap it out
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Knahmtalkinbout!
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[Chorus: to fade]
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Tell Me How Ya Feel
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UGK |