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Say, R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the King of The South If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking mouth I'm down with Lil J til' the muthafuckin' grave Disrespect, they gon' put your picture on the front page I'm center stage shining in a foreign you ain't seen yet Chrome look like water, and my caddy paint is lean wet Don't forget the rims, them muthafuckas a clean set You can't tell me this ain't cost ya boy a mean check Looking like a G in here, been here and I'm gon be in here When it's over, I'm gon be the only one you see in here Repping PAT in here, realer than these other guys I'm Triple OG bitch, don't let them tell you otherwise Young nigga out here on the rides Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me Smoke something, hold up Young nigga out here on the grind Young bitch you need to get live wit me Smoke something, hold up bitch Put Multi on the mountaintop Drop the label just to raise the stock You ain't seen a trunk with tinted pop Full of 15s that'll make it knock With them neon lights that say, get in line or get down hoe If it wasn't about the player money to be made, what the fuck you come around for? SongtexteThis is big business, talking skyscrapers, screens rise like smoke Vapors Candy paint's when it's now-a-laters Bitch, I'm on the up like an elevator if you didn't know Shine the grill just to let it show On them emotional mothafuckas in the game Tucking they nuts, while I'm letting mine hang Chromed out the rim, letting em' swang Went from have-not to having some dames Diamonds out the window, gripping the grain One finger will put the sun to the rain Ya'll niggas thought I wasn't gon' be a king like I'm sposed' But, I learned from UGK, Multi, 4eva in A Day on these hoes Young nigga out here on the rides Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me Smoke something, hold up Young nigga out here on the grind Young bitch you need to get live wit me Smoke something, hold up bitch This for all the underground, we on the surface South and holding, remote controlling Got the game and it ain't for purchase Ain't no hurting when you win Up the cut like in it, touch down on it Clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe Old school on his tippy toes Chop the base and shake the doors Fade the top, then let it show How it taste? I got to know Icy grill, cold enough to freeze the snow Bruce Leroy shownuff that bumping dragon I got the glow Got the cake, smash it in your face I got more to make, I'm on the chase For a bread truck to put off in my safe and let it bake Stingy with the flakes, all the crumbs get ate off the plate Sop it up with the lobster, shrimp, and steak Krizzle Young nigga out here on the rides Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me Smoke something, hold up Young nigga out here on the grind Young bitch you need to get live wit me Smoke something, hold up bitch Aus Songtexte Mania