Havin’ Thangs ’06

Lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] Huh... had to bring it back for the muthafuckin' 2006 It's goin' down, bitch! (Fly hoes and chains and swangin' thangs) Y'all remember that shit? (Remember that shit?) Talkin' 'bout? (Just another young playa havin' thangs man...) Check this shit out... uh! [Verse 1: Pimp C] It's really goin' down in the God damn South Young girls poppin' pussy with them golds in their mouth Young boys comin' up, layin' it down in the cut Never fallin' in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut (Strut!) Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns (Horns!) Sippin' on somethin' sweet, blowing green popcorn (Corn!) I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end my nigga The underdog, young hog, fuck the pen my nigga! 'Cause it's a waste of bodies (Bodies!), a waste of time (Time!) A waste of spiritual energy, and a waste of mind (Mind!) You ain't really tough 'cause you been down there fool Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool I rather grip on grain (Grain!), get head in the lane (Lane!) You can have them hoes' bodies, I'm possessing they brains (Possessing they brains!) Comin up on 'em in a wide-body frame Hoping you ain't forgot the name, I'm out here havin' thangs! [Chorus: Pimp C] Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs Just another young playa having thangs, man Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs Just another young playa having thangs, man [Verse 2: Big Mike] (Yeah! Big Mike y'all! Yeah!) From CD sales to jail cells From diamonds that shine to eatin' slop straight up off a chow line From walkin' that fine line uhh, to twelve jurors decidin' mine From bein' free, to bein confined From bein' loved, to bein despised, many times I cried For not allowin' that bullshit to slide It was a pill that I couldn't swallow, load up the strap with the hollows After takin' to the head a whole bottle I did that, not thinkin' twice about the consequences 'Til I served damn near four years behind the fences (Straight G) All my folk were like "Big Mike, you trippin'" "Get it together", if I could I woulda done somethin' different Uh! From G-walkin' to slippin', yeah, to flippin' them calendar pages Day after day, sweatin' 'em out in them cages Patiently waiting on the day when I can get back at it Work that magic, collect that cabbage, I gotsta have it [Chorus: Pimp C] Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs Just another young playa having thangs, man Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs Just another young playa having thangs, man