Pourin Up
Pimp C
- Am
- Em
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Am Smoke somethin', bitchAm 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' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cupAm 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 thangAm Jammin' Lil' Wayne, got a trunk of bang, cause I'm a hot boy, got a hot flameAm And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay meAm Niggas shoot slugs but they ain'tEm graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin' daisiesAm But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock your ladyAm How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her?Em I told the pimp God that you was a sinnerAm You takin these square hoes out to dinner The bitch chose me cause she want a winnerAm I mix a ho head up like a blender,Em ho need a daddy, you'se pretenderAm I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealerAm I hit the 3 just like Steve JacksonEm nigga say my name watch ya bitch reactionAm Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the gameAm The nigga fell off cause his raps are shitty plus a nigga need to moveEm up out the cityAm The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snort some white girl up off ya tittyAm Ya heard me right, we play with our nose Wear platinum piece and with the Gucci clothesAm Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoesAm In the winter time, mink coat to match the mink on the floor in myEm candy 'LacContinúa después del anuncio[Hook]Am Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cupAm 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 rangAm Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see butter guts and swangsAm Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on MOMO wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin onAm 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 onAm I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left to right then I turn up the bangAm I'mma say it for those who don't know my name, know my nameAm 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 runAm Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gumAm I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the runAm Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gumAm I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the runAm 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' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cupAm 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 shockAm Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the backAm Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'LacAm Some like the white but I'ma roll the green, purple dro up in the swishaAm Horny ladies sittin' on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss usAm We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here laterAm Down with that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se haterAm If so, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it manAm 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 downAm Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit downAm Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya leagueAm Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigueAm You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weightAm 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' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slutAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my hood we call it buckAm I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cupAm All my cars got leather and wood,Em in my (uh!) hood we call it