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Ladies and
T.I.P., aye

I know a lot of niggaz out there
Man who ain't up on down South shit
Probably what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
But it's an absolute honor and a y'know I'm sayin'?
To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic
All the UGK alumni like know what this is man, hey Bun

I '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't yet

I got the red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches to get my roll on
One of Jeezy's songs on, them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six

Hey, come up in my hood, bet them know Tip
If you tell 'em you him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'

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It's the Gulf Way Boulevard
Swangin' on T.I., S's and
and Blades and 'em crews of hoes
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I my pose

When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might ya toes
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the
The candy painted wit' the chopped off tops
Now put ya diamonds up against the wheel

Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and your grill
Keep it trill, this the South baby, and GA
T.I. for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, time to ride
Show them boys you got that front and side to side baby

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I'm switchin' to lane, leanin' on the switch
on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a red Biarritz
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the do tricks

C, I keep my money on my mind
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a full of pine
If y'know like I know, you try it
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must die

But I don't really wanna hit ya with hot thang
I just get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' creepin' slow, sippin' on a Colt fo'
Bangin' on the Screw, and the pistol right here in the do'

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