Ladies and gentlemen
T.I.P., aye
Fre-fre-fresh

I know a lot of y`all ni**az out there
Man who ain`t up on this down South s**t
Probably wonderin` what the f**k you listenin to right now, ah ah?
But it`s an absolute honor and a pleasure y`know I`m sayin`?
To bring you some gangsta s**t of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man, hey Bun

I gotta `66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit` the choppers on deck
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four `Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin` I ain`t done yet

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

Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell `em you wit` him, all them bitches gon` strip
If I show up in yo` hood, I bet you ni**az won`t trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you ni**az gon` dip
Or get hit up in yo`

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It`s the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin` on T.I., S`s and Fo`s
Pirellis and Blades and `em crews of hoes
I`m a playa, you can tell by how I choose my pose

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

Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the South baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin` for Bankhead, I`m reppin` for P.A.
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it`s time to ride
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby

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

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

But I don`t really wanna hit ya with this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin` lane
Comin` down creepin` slow, sippin` on a Colt fo`
Bangin` on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do`

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