Pimp C

Alt spelling - 4 Corners

[Jermaine Dupri:]
Question, What Ya'll Know About Swangers On A Slab?
30's On A Hummer With The Butterfly Doors, Lucky Charm Teeth Lack On Dem D's, Chevy's Sittin' High
Iced Out Everything, Stacks On Deck No Bank.
What Y'all Know About 5 Of The Hottest Young Niggas In The Game?
Bow Wow, $hort Dawg, Scrappy, Tha Boy Lil' Wayne, The Homey Pimp C
We Got A Little Story To Tell Ya'll About Where We Come From.

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
I Come From Where A Chevy Wit A Trunk Full Of Bump Is All That's Wanted
In A Year It Don't Matter Long As You Throw Some Throw Some D's On It Mouth Cost More Than Your House
House On 10 Acres
In The Inside So Fly Niggas Call Me Jim Baker From Ohio To Texas
We So Infectious ATL To STL Is Gon' To Be Hard To Catch Us
I'm Talkin' 'About Niggas Poppin' Pills, Pills, Sippin' On Bar, Bar, Drinkin' Crunk Livin' Like It's No Tomorrow
See Out Of Towners Can't Understand 'Cause I Cut All My Words Shawt Poppin' Tags Is Mandatory
Saturday At The Mall Hoods Ain't Hoods They Cardboards & Zones Guns Car Choppers
& When It's On It's On See The Kids Can't Live Without It & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do About It
Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It Hear Me Out See The Kids Can't Live Without & It
Ain't Nothin' You Can Do 'About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It & Now Answer Me This.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

$hort Dog Holla At 'Em!

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
The Boy Country Like Overalls You Know That Dawg Catch Me In A Slab The Same Color As Bowlin' Balls
Crusin' Up The Avenue I'm Probably Gon' Give You Hoe On Cop
'Cause I Ball Hard & I'm Stuntin' Just Like It's No Tomorrow
So Yesterday I Swear I Spent About 50 G's On A Wrist Watch That Shine Brighter Then The Christmas Tree
If You Was Gettin' Cheese You Would Probably Spend Too So Don't Hate 'Em 'Cause I Blow Paper Like The Wind Do
& Hop Out Clean So Watch Your Queen I'm My Biggest Baller In Houston Homey Not Yao Ming
I Mean I'm Gettin' Money Man So My Pockets Hell A Chubby & I Be Sippin' Drank That's Purple Like The Teletubbies
So When It Comes To The Women Dawg I Can Tell They Love Me They Put They Panties In A Envelope & Mail 'Em To Me, Damn.
Now How's That For Some Fan Mail?
But Me & Bow Gotta Question Know The Answer Raise Your Hand Yell.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

Scrap Get At 'Em!

[Verse 3: Lil' Scrappy]
Yeah They Call Me Fisher Price 'Cause All I Do Is Play Nice & I Hang Around The Gang Of Gorillas That Love To Fight
I'm The Ice Man
I'm Far Away From The Sun
But I'm Still Hot Like A Bullet Pushin' About A Gun
My Charger Look Like A Muscle Liftin' A Ton You Can Pickin' On Me
Then You Picked The Right One That's Right You Pass Another Drink & I'm Sippin' Another One
You Trust Me Up I'm Blunin' I'm Blowin' Myself A Bun
Got A Froot Loop Coup Lookin' Like Orange Juice When Them Hoes See The Truth
They Don't Be Knowin' What To Do
Yeah I'm Scrap, Scrap, The Youngest Young Nigga In The Nation
Young Nigga Quit Hatin' On The Money That I'm Makin' I'm Just Country Nigga.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

Weezy! Holla!

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Look They Call Me Wayne That Is Our Cheporone
So Far Ahead Of The Race I Don't Know Which Lap I'm On, Damn
Little Homo Young Louisiana Hit You With The 3 5 7 Like MC Hammer & Money Talks So That's My Grammar
If You Ain't About Money You Can Step Like A Gambler.
Am I The Illest Doin' This?
Hell Yeah I Am Fresher Then The Prince Of Bel Air (Me Too) & O.G. Kush Is What You Smell
Here Smokin' The Biggest Blunt's Don't Worry I Brought A Spare They Say I'm At The Top But I'm Almost There
& When I Get I Will Sit Don't Worry I Brought A Chair
I'll Put Ice All Over The Altermare But Yay Watch
Face No Time Is Hard To Tell
& I Will Do Whatever Tha Carter Shell
So Hot Goin' Out Wit Me Is Like Goin' To Hell.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

[Fades out]

"Go To War"

(Chorus: Pimp C)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 1: Lil Scrappy)
Yea, I was born military
thuggin nigga ever since
mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence
ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho
got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show
just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0
dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole
what you looking at me for
cuz im on that drank hoe
and im gone off some that mission impossible
im flexible, I still can move through traffic
if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it
go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon
you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 2: Diamond)
Look, any motherf**ka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat
well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep
always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees
when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly


all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie
we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat
I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe
my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline
im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie
im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene
yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game
ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 3: Pimp C)
Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG
body body like Master P
Showing out in the parking lot
BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones
change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow
came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl
my car dangerous hit it with the sprite
hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white
gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes
Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I
if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that
monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack
if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name
we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Jazze Pha)
Ladies and Gentlemen..

(Hook - Young buck)
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP WOOP" homie if you see them laws

(Chorus: Pimp C)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)

(Verse 1 - Young Buck)
I'm in the Porche no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave Big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they f**kin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - T.I.)
Hey
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet


Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave us 20 mil, well big deal pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin'
Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin'
Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Young Jeezy)
Let's go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow
Mr. seventeen five, ya damn right it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha)
Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn)
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real
Just my ears alone, is like a quarter a mil' (That's right)
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha f**kers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha f**kin' ass (HaHa)
Wassup

(Chorus)

(Hook - Young Buck)
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOP, WOOP" homie if you see them laws

[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Young Jeezy] (adlibs)
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha

So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh

[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain

[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Young Jeezy] (adlibs)
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha

So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X