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                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
Am                                                    Em
All my cars got leather and wood, 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                                               Em
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't 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                                                         Em
I mix a ho head up like a blender, ho need a daddy, you'se pretender
   Am
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
  Am                                              Em
I hit the 3 just like Steve Jackson nigga say my name watch ya bitch reaction
Am
Sweet Jones or Sweet James?
Switched my name and finger fucked the game
     Am                                                                            Em
The nigga fell off cause his raps are shitty plus a nigga need to move 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                                                          Em
In the winter time, mink coat to match the mink on the floor in my candy 'Lac

[Hook]
Am
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
Am                                                    Em
All my cars got leather and wood, 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                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
Am                                                    Em
All my cars got leather and wood, 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                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
Am                                              Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Am
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
Am                                                    Em
All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it