Pourin’ Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] Smoke somethin', bitch A trademark (Trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Young Pimp know what we doin'? (Texas!) [Hook: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my (Uh!) hood we call it [Verse 1: Pimp C] Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes Sellin' cocaine outta candy thang Jammin' Lil' Wayne, got a trunk of bang 'Cause I'm a hot boy, got a hot flame And my hoes pay me, just like Baby That's the only way they can lay me Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me They want Sweet Jones be pushin' daisies But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me That's the reason I knock your lady How you gon' pimp with 'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner You takin these square hoes out to dinner The bitch chose me cause she want a winner I mix a ho head up like a blender Ho need a daddy, you'se pretender I used to be a young drug dealer Now I'ma young girl stealer I hit the three just like Stephen Jackson Nigga, say my name watch ya bitch reaction Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game The nigga fell off cause his raps are shitty Plus, a nigga need to move up out the city The game gritty but the bitch pretty Lemme snort some white girl up off ya titty Ya heard me right, we play with our nose Wear platinum piece and with the Gucci clothes Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes In the winter time, mink coat to match The mink on the floor in my candy 'Lac [Hook: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my (Uh!) hood we call it [Verse 2: Mike Jones] Uh, I'm comin' out in that candy thang, eight carats in my pinky rang Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see butter guts and swangs Candy paint what I'm flippin' on, eighty fours and vogues what I'm tippin' on MOMO wood grain I'm grippin' on, grippin' on I said Candy paint what I'm flippin' on, sighty fours and vogues what I'm tippin' on MOMO wood grain I'm grippin' on, codeine in cup I'm sippin' on I hog the lane in that candy trains, swangin' left to right then I turn up the bang I'ma say it for those who don't know my name, know my name They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists? I sit on buck in that candy six and I keep that thing real handy bitch! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum [Hook: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my (Uh!) hood we call it [Verse 3: Bun B] When I pull the slab out and hit the block with them fours and vogues they clankin' out When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock With them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'Lac Some like the white but I'ma roll the green, purple dro up in the swisha Chromey lady sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later Down with that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater If so, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man *Screwed* U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league Tryna keep up with the trill, you just might die of fatigue You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight, we be [Hook: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my (Uh!) hood we call it