[Hook: Sonji Mickey]
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Oh yes, its Bun B, but no applause – please, unlock yo' jaws
Just unbutton 'em, unzip 'em, squeeze out if you got no flaws
You'll get across the cause
You know you got respect if the men all pause
Having a meeting up in the ladies room – gettin' it, ya'll
Porsche caravans, Benz, Cadillacs, and minivans; pull a cut-up
Yo, Smitty, whattup? Ain't no time to nut up
I suck my gut up, then I let them boppas talk, until I let 'em shut up
Say, baby, raise that tush up, gets that face down
Jazzed up, I can't pass up
Aye, C – fill ya brotha' glass up
The spot, I'll blast up – just in case you gassed up
Couldn't last up – for you, it's all down from here
Far as we concerned, ya'll need to get ya'll self around from here
You'se the clown this year? Man, I'm known to wreck the century
Giving industry enemy infantries infinite injuries instantly
If it's meant to be; behold the pimp in me
Ain't no simpin', just sit back, relax – baby, you fin'st to see
[Hook: Sonji Mickey]
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
[Verse 2: Smitty]
I be flippin' and whippin'
In this game, ain't trippin'
Candy paint on my double-O, Northstar keep dripping
Fifth wheel, bumper grill, slightly tinted windshield
With a solid gold Byzantine 'cause you know I'm trill
Drop screen, sippin' lean, assorted Ranchers in my cup
Hittin' the scene, diamonds gleamin' – young player with big bucks
You can tell–I'm a pimp, by the way that I walk
You can tell–I'm a playa, by the way that I talk
You know, I'm superfly by the car that I drive
And you know, I don't love broads, I'm hollerin' "pimp or die!"
I drink dry, and have you out there selling yo' snatch
You met your match, the day you got too attached
With the –
[Hook: Sonji Mickey]
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Uh! I'm Pimp C, trick – we got the funk (Got the funk!)
If you a baller in the South, we in yo' trunk (We in yo' trunk!)
If ya 'bout it and ya knowin', hold an O (Hold an O)
And you ain't ridin' in my Benz, if you ain't smoke (Get! If you ain't smoke)
If you a square type chick then get 'round (Get from 'round)
Hop it up, pop that thang, and touch the ground (Ground!)
Now get crunk, get crunk, get buck, get buck
And let me see it, if you gon' give it up (Give it up!)
I'm tryna' leave in yo' girl, like Dirk Diggler (Dirk Diggler)
ATL–Gentlemens Club, paper high as Caligula (Caligula)
Get on ya job, gurl, and make it disappear (Disappear – uhh!)
And drop a three carat diamond in my ear, now I'm Daddy (I'm Daddy)
I'm Daddy (I'm Daddy)
Grippin' wood, it feel good, in the Caddy
In '99, we ain't messin' wit' no rats (Wit' no rats)
It's time to put some real life pimpin' on the track
(And bring my money back, trick!)
[Outro: Pimp C]
(Hold up! Yo) UGK records–know what I'm talkin' bout
Smokin' something for the '9-'9 – hold up
You need to get your mind on your money
Get down 'bout your paper
Down here, we ain't makin' Hip-Hop song, know what I'm sayin'?
We makin' Country Rap tunes – so, uh, you could separate us from the rest
You heard what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ugh
