Int’l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul, (Pimp C)] Hypnotize Minds, UGK! Three 6 Mafia, another classic, baby Put some South in your mouth It's goin' down – what?! (Sweet Jones...) [Verse 1: Pimp C] 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 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 [Refrain: Willie Hutch sample] "Ohh, ohh, I choose you, girl, yeah" [Verse 2: Bun B] 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 Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B-U-N B 'Cause what's a ho 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 [Refrain: Willie Hutch sample] "Ohh, ohh, I choose you, girl, yeah" [Verse 3: DJ Paul] 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 raising up Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up I dial drank by the liters, I'm a drinker, ho Ya swore you doin' it like me? You's a faker, ho What you thinkin', bro? Need to get your money way up UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up – bitch! [Verse 4: Juicy J] 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 [Refrain: Willie Hutch sample] "Ohh, ohh, I choose you, girl, yeah" "Ahh, I choose you, baby..."