Pourin Up

Pimp C

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

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