[Chorus 2X: Pimp C] I used to be the smallest n***a, now I'm the big ballin n***a [3X] Comin down grippin wood, keepin these motherf**in b**hes callin n***a [Pimp C] I used to be the small n***a, now I'm candy crawlin n***a Bag ain't right catch you on the next pack n***a Yo' sh** ain't locked when ya hit it with the soda Everybody else with the same stamp got A-1 yola b**h, who taught you how to cook food? The next time we both gon' drop seven in a pot fool I bet I come back with 29 b**h Snow blow up - make the dope fiends flow up [Bun B] It's all about the ducks mayne, the stash spot tucked mayne A hundred packs stacked inside my Cadillac truck mayne It came from cross the border, I bring 'em cross the state line And if they catch me wit 'em I ain't fin' to do no state time But see I'm trill, if they get me I'ma take mine And you ain't fin' to hear about me talkin through the grapevine Fifty-fo' and sh** poppin didn't go P.C. It's (UGK 4 Life) b**h, that's on G.P. [Chorus] [E-40] Oooh; reppin and retrievin, hustlin, dollar danglin Pockets used to be leakin, but now my pockets hangin I came in the game with a prayer and a wish and a hope and a dream tryin to do my thing with a digital beam and a mayonnaise jar and a razor blade and an ounce of cream Posted on magazine when I'm in 14, servin them fiends in the middle of the night Tryin to get my money right, gettin my dick s**ed in the broad daylight Clockwork, work around the clock, by myself when I go clock Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks, on the block goin block for block [B-Legit] I used to be the smallest of ballers but now I'm taller It's a shame what that 'caine and that soda did with that water Ask your mother or your father, your sister or either daughter or them ballin a** pimpin a** n***az from Port Arthur I'm a starter, I go harder, mix the soft in the pot Hit the hood, up to no good with jugs and whatnot All gas, no brakes, no shake, just rocks Been gettin gooder with a gang of chocks, it don't stop [Chorus] [8Ball] Ghetto superstar, with candy on my car Apple cranberry juice mixed with the bar 28 inches in the air we are Two pimp n***az in the area With them P.A. n***az, Rap-A-Lot mob Salute to the president and I don't mean Barack Fire up the sticky, let the champagne pop And the big thick yellows to they knees best drop [MJG] Yeah I used to be the smallest, now I'm tallest on the yard I'm straight up hard, I'm smilin like Bob I'm pimp tight! MJ, act like you done heard of Mister mind my own business, I'm the lesbian converter It's brains at the top, at the bottom a**holes I done grew into a whale, from a f**in tadpole I ain't playin, I can look, y'all mean straight face I'm back like Kobe Bryant after rape case; boy! [Chorus] [Bun B] You lookin at a n***a that went from puppy to dog From tadpole to frog, from pig to a motherf**in hog I be smokin on a swisha, that's bigger than a log And makin up a batch that's as creamy as eggnog The Feds log every move that I make So I keep on switchin clothes, switchin cars, switchin plates They ride behind me undercover in the Rover I cross over four lanes of traffic to f** them hoes over - hol' up [Pimp C] Most drug dealers doin life in the pen Or spend they last 90,000 on a droptop Benz Uhh, and I'm a Trill representer I pray every night that I still (Ride Dirty), I'm a sinner If he try me I'll leave his sh** on his lunch kit Sometimes I wonder how I got off in this f** sh** Then I look around at the cars and the clothes and the j**els and hoes Ain't no secret, it's all exposed [Chorus]