[Intro: Pimp C]
b**h!
True story little b**h
Trademark
Smoke somethin', b**h!
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Drop Seven in the pot, hit it with the soda
Now I got what them Cali boys call A-1 Yola
The south is circles and Atlanta is squares
You lyin' 'bout the prices, it ain't seventeen up there
I'm down with Young Buck and Buck down with Pimp C
But ain't nobody got 'em for ten in no damn Tennessee
It might be twenty-seven or it might be twenty three
Dog and Biz use to come and get 'em for sixteen from me
They had two n***as that would drive the sh** back
And they were servin' T, I took his b**h and his 'Lac
His j**elry and his money and his 5.0
She had a baby from Priest, but that's still my hoe
She was translating Spanish with the Mexican
Tryna get a better price, T got f**ed in the end
She a square now, Dog and Biz both dead
And p**y n***a T got locked in the Feds
That was his Ferrari in the in the Juvie video
The b**h k**ed Dog cause he was f**in' his hoe
Same time, T was f**in' Dog wife
Shot him from the back, T a b**h for life
So if you see me in the streets, b**h, better keep steppin'
Cause even on parole, I'm ice cold with the weapon
So R.I.P. to Big Dog and his mother
But at least before he died he k**ed your p**y a** brother
[Hook: XVII]
Aye look, you n***as ain't real
You lyin' on your records
You f**in' with the trill
So n***a come check us lil' b**h
A true story lil' b**h
True story lil' b**h
A true story lil' b**h
Hol' Up!
(X2)
[Verse 2: XVII]
Aye look they call me Young Rayful, I keep that white b**h
So drop it in a pot, p**y n***a get rich
The 'Lac sittin' pretty, all black chrome lid
I keep it occupied by a bad yellow b**h
She stay out on the stroll tryna get daddy rich
A couple pink booties entered with the b**h
I done lost everything that I own but my dick
The music ain't nothin', so I had to push bricks
So I hit the f**in' slab for the 16.5
f** scorin' at the crib cause that sh** to high
Bad b**h, fake titties push 'em home in the ride
Pop a Xanax pill, two cars behind
Aye look my nerves f**ed up I just spent 82.5
If she get pulled over n***a, then I might as well die
But I'm a make it home n***a, set that b**h on fire
For every 36 b**h I'm making 72
[Hook: XVII]
Aye look, you n***as ain't real
You lyin' on your records
You f**in' with the trill
So n***a come check us lil' b**h
A true story lil' b**h
True story lil' b**h
A true story lil' b**h
Hol' Up!
(X2)
[Verse 3: XVII]
They say I'm just like a pimp