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Int’l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (chopped & screwed)
UGK
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Three 6 Mafia
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down
It's your boys, Three 6, the Academy Award-winning Mafia
Dollar money, we want P-Lo
Yeah, it's goin' down, man (That's right)
Fuck with your boys, smoke somethin'
OG Ron C and Wreckin' Yall, know what I'm sayin'?
Chopped up, not slopped up (In the buildin')
Yeah (Hey)
My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, ride with compressor
Top notch hoes get the most less
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, you get snubbed
She be cross country givin' all thot
A thousand popper pullin' Bentley lot
Smashed up the gray one, bought red
Every day hit the parkin' lot with head
Hoes wanna choose, but them bitches scary
When your bitch choose you, you ain't a pimp, Gary
Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I show you streets you never seen, the seven wonders of the world
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
Say my girl, I don't need my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real street stalker to walk a mile
We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin' Russian sable, keep that chill out, crack
What I look like, thousand thousand dollar shit, a fact
Million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' on your life, watch your daddy grin
She's easy as ABC, simple as 123
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B-U-N B
'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We try to get chose
Now hurdle in the club, DJ Paul, bitches closin' up
When they see I'm icy like a slush, frozen
Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them blazers blazin' up
Snizzle flizzick, izzoff in my dollar, he nosin'
I down drank by the liter, so I nose it up
I down nose it up, I down nose it up
Hold up, Paul, I don't think they heard you right
Nose it up
I down drank by the liter, drink up, ho
You swear you're doin' it like me, beg a ho
What you want, bro? Need to get your mind way up
UG Chris's Mafia got you trained up
I'm strapped and gettin' mail, my pockets swell
The number D, D-boy, Mr. Gale
Don't fuck around, bitches tell
Pussy, brain, bodies I nail
My crew get paid, and that's how I tell
I paid off judges, the jury chill
Know it's the truth, may never fail
His pussy hers, for most you fail