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