[Pimp C:]
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I got a girl and she treat me fine
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But the homies all think that I'm losin my mind
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I'm trippin and I know it cause I'm all nerved up
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Cause everytime I go to sleep, I see this big ol' butt
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See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
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But she treat me so good that she be drivin my car
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And everyday it get better, I cain't lie
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Went to the house and she made me some hot potato pie
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All my friends be sayin, "She ain't nothin but a scrub"
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But she make me feel high like I'm, hooked on drugs
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So I give her what she need, and what's done is done
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But I'm a special kind of fool but aiyyo it don't bother me none
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I cain't help myself, I know that I'm trippin
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But she got it goin on like Kentucky Fried Chicken
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So everytime she ask me for my, credit card
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You know she get it cause ya know that...
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(Chill, C) I know, G
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I used to be the playa, now I'm gettin pimped
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I used to be hard, now I'm livin aw'lll limp
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Why I let her play me? You cain't understand!
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So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...
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[Chorus: Bill Withers sampled from "Use Me Up"]
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I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
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That if it feels this good gettin used
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Oh, you can just keep usin me...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up.
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[Pimp C:]
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I been to the mountain top, and down to the valley low
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Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL ain't find no finer hoe
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Not much no finer girl, but one that treat me so sweet
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Rub my back, when I'm so' and cook me somethin good to eat
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She worked me so hard 'til I, hurt my back
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So I'm passin out them duckets and them, croka sacks
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And everybody wonderin why I smile all day
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All the girls wanna know why I won't give 'em the play
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My ol' girl called me, axe me why I wanna dis her
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I told her cause her lovin ain't better than her sister
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I can't get enough, the bad got me stuck
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I give her all my money and she always do me up
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Bun say I'm trippin out, and Byrd say I'm trippin, too
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But this time I just can't LISTEN to my whole crew
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Cause back in the day, I vowed to never change my pimp game
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But '92 came around, and thangs go in-sane
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I gotta get my thang back on track
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But the mo' I try to stay away, the mo' I comes back
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Why I let her play me? You can't understand!
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So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...
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[Chorus 2: Bill Withers sampled from "Use Me Up"]
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I-yi-yi-yi-I, said brother, if you only knew
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You'd wish that you were in my shoes
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You just keep usin me...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up...
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Until you use me up.
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I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
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That if it feels this good gettin used
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Oh, you can just keep usin me...
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Until you use me up...
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[Pimp C:]
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To sum it all up, I'm breakin ALL my rules
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Cause she got me droppin off her little brother to school
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I be gettin bills, and stubs from checks
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I work all day, just to spend it on sex
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But all that really matters is I'm happy, dude
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And I be happy long as I get good soul food
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UGK sayin peace out, and plenty of luck
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And she could keep usin Pimp C - uh, just a use me up!
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[Outro: Bill Withers (Pimp C)]
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Ah-hah well oh, BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
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BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)
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[singing continues til end]
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Use Me Up
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UGK |