Testo Int'l Players Anthem - UGK feat. Three 6 Mafia
Testo della canzone Int'l Players Anthem (UGK feat. Three 6 Mafia), tratta dall'album The Essential UGK
Hypnotize Minds, UGK!
Three 6 Mafia
Another classic, baby
Put some South in your mouth
It's goin' down, what? (Sweet Jones)
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, drive a Kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for 40 dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, ya gets no love
She be cross-country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn head
Some hoes wanna choose, but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
Oh, oh, I choose you, girl, yeah
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 shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World (world)
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl (girl)
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable)]
We rock the freshest sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?
I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life, watch your daddy get rich
It's easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B-U-N B
'Cause what's a hoe 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 tryna get chose
Oh, oh, I choose you, girl, yeah
Now when they heard who in the club, DJ Paul, bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush, then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them cups raisin' up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up
I down drank by the liters, I'm a drinker, hoe
Ya swore you doin' it like me? You's a faker, hoe
What you thinkin', bro? Need to get your money way up
UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up, bitch!
I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell
I'm out here gettin' paid, ain't got time for jail
I paid off the judges, the juries, the sheriff
You know it's the Juice, man never will fail
I'm still sippin' syrup, slow motion like snails
Oh, oh, I choose you, girl, yeah
Ah, I choose you, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Antwan A. Patton, Willie M. Hutchison
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