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Pimp C, Pimp C baby, woodgrain and dome
Represent my fuckin' click on every song
Way back in '88 niggas did not know
In 1995 we'd be some all time pros
Cause I seen what you muthafuckas tryin' to see
And I done been where you muthafuckas tryin' to be
Did shows with big names and we collected our paper
Some of them niggas was cool and some of them was some fakers
See I know where it's comin' from, evil lurks in his eyes
See they smile in your face but they really wish you would die
Niggas smoke too much fry, and I tell 'em that shit
But you can't stop no junkie nigga tellin', ready to quit
Busta Free I'm guaranteed strapped
Specialized to make your ass take a long nap
I feels the animosity from wannabe hustlas
Kinda wish it would've been the captain save a busta
This world ain't got no love I gots no love back
Burnin' sacks, got three reasons to this world while I play my yak
Playa hatin' niggas, fake bitches, fuck the cops
Red hot buckshots comin' from this 8-shot
Mossberg pistol grip pump on my shoulder
Get your ass to rollin'
Ridin' in the shot-up Grand Prix that was stolen
Tryin' to get that heat up off your ass
Reach and grab my steel and pistol whip your little ol' soft ass
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide
Where my pistol at? Boom, now let's clear the room
Of the rats and hoe-ass niggas that don't really want none of that
Assume this ain't a game, now who you gon' blame
When you coughin' up blood screamin' your girlfriend name
Now dead niggas don't shake when they cold bones break
Bitch if you a fake you best to bail for your own sake
You think you the man, you ain't
I put your pussy in the paint
You think I can't, I'll whoop your ass 'til you faint
Bitch, don't wanna be a superstar, just a trill nigga
I'll go into war with swishers, cigars, and a steel trigga
Ain't no S on my chest or no blue cape
P-A makin' niggas slow they roll like a screw tape
Me bustin' bloodclot nine millimeter shot shells
Twenty-two years with an L
Dwellin' in the streets like a sewer rat
Who is that nigga lookin' agg in his black hat?
Double-oh-seven, have you ever heard of a murderer?
Steady pervin' ya, straight servin' ya
Mark-ass, trick-ass, son of a bitch-ass
Busta-ras muthafuckin' snitch-ass
Niggas can't fuck with the real
P-A niggas packin' steel
Just like these ward niggas
But you's a fraud nigga
Not a hard nigga just another rooty-poot
Lyin' 'bout your loot (with your broke-ass)
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide
I'm under pressure, Lord forgive me when I commit this murder
It ain't a grudge it's just a thug when I enforce a murder
Well it's too bad I penetrate when I submit the pain
Shootin' at you mark-ass niggas close range
B-Came and it's the pastor got me ballin' and receivin' love
Hangin' around nothin' but thug niggas whippin' scrubs
And pull your pistol, show your love in your face
And watch these niggas up in my hood trippin' fade a case
And that prayin' ain't gon' help a nigga solve his problem
If I ain't on focus and on track man I straight revolve 'em
And haulin' 'em
And my pistol show no love for gettin' your chest knocked off
And that disrespectin' the game got some of the best knocked off
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide nigga
Niggas that's real, now a nigga and his trigger
Texas niggas, roll real and swang wide
Yeah, it's Pimp C fool
Know what I'm sayin'?
UGK, 5th Ward Boyz, 1995
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Understand me this is somethin' serious
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm



Writer(s): Eric Taylor, Chad Butler, Andre Barnes, Richard Nash, Chad Barret Copyright: N-the-water Publishing, Inc., Wb Music Corp., N-the-water Publishing Inc., N-the-water Publishing Inc



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