[Pimp C]
Smoke somethin
I just bought me a Coupe Deville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL n***as wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm comin down the west end, n***as tryin to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin
n***as was happenin put they Burboun to the floor n***a
Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe
n***a in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Throwin all packed [?] and we all wear vests
When the sh** pop out, who gon stunt
n***a ain't shootin me first I fin to pop the trunk
[UGK]
[Bun B] - These n***as keep talkin like they want the funk
[Pimp C] - But n***as love to talk sh** I fin to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - Runnin off at they dick s**as gettin it crunk
[Pimp C] - n***a I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - Steady frontin like a man but you show me a punk
[Pimp C] - Man I knew he was a b**h I had to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
[Pimp C] - These n***as steady runnin me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk
[Celly Cel]
You n***as didn't know that I was outta control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo
Head you better off dead than to f**k around with psycho n***as
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no n***as
In my face, trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people: God and my mama
Far as n***as tryin to put me in the cross
Let em holler at my b**h, Nina Ross hoe house boss
I bet you mind somethin in, run and tell a friend
[?] on the Gin, I think he said "trippin" once again
It ain't no stoppin me, get at me then I'm dumpin on ya
Ridin past yo funeral hangin out the window slumpin on ya
You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you betta listen
While I shoot this sh** before you put yourself in that position
n***as that know me know I specialize in havin bump
You can have the tailway from the shovel so we can pop the trunk
[Bun B] - These n***as keep talkin like they want the funk
[Pimp C] - Man 'cause his b**h chose me I fin to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - Runnin off at they dick s**as gettin it crunk
[Pimp C] - 'cause I'm f**kin yo gal I got to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - Steady frontin like a man but you show me a punk
[Pimp C] - n***a tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
[Pimp C] - Smokin at the tittie bar I had to pop the trunk
[Bun B]
Under Cali's blue skies, smokin on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the n***a wit the pies
And back yo a** up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to co*k, hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye's
I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs
And ask my agent bout my f**kin shoe size.,
But f**kin wit us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk
[Bun B] - These n***as keep talkin like they want the funk
[Pimp C] - I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - Runnin off at they dick s**as gettin it crunk
[Pimp C] - Man I'm sippin on [?] poppin the trunk
[Bun B] - Steady frontin like a man but you show me a punk
[Pimp C] - [?][?][?] I had to pop the trunk
[Bun B] - All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
[Pimp C] - To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk
[Pimp C]
I know that they some b**hes had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk
Sippin on Hennessy [?] I fin to pop the trunk, b**h
Smoke somethin
D time, PA, uh, '97
Smoke somethin
Representin money, like Too $hort b**h
Huh