Pourin Up

Smoke somethin' bitch
 A trademark, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
 Young Pimp, know what we doin'?
 Texas
 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
 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
 Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
 Sellin' cocaine outta candy thang
 Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang
 'Cause I'ma †Hot Boy', gotta hot flame
 And my hoes pay me, just like Baby
 That's the only way they can lay me
 Niggaz 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 ya lady
 How you gon' pimp wit'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 her whole head up like a blender
 Hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender
 I used to be a young drug dealer
 Now, I'ma young girl stealer
 I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson
 Nigga, say my name, watch the priest 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 snatch the white girl up off ya titty
 Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows
 Wear platinum piece and wit' 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
 And they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac
 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
 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
 Uh, I'm comin' out in that candy thang
 8 carats in my pinky rang
 Drop the top in the parking lot
 So y'all can see where the deserts swang
 Candy paint what I'm flippin' on
 84's 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
 84's 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 train
 Swingin' left and 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 6
 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
 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
 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
 When I pull the slab out and hit the block
 Wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin' out
 When they trunks pop, drop the top
 Don't be surprised you can go in shock
 Wit' them neon lights, candy paint
 Belts and buckles across the back
 Don't disrespect or call this a Caddy
 Maybe this more than just a 'Lac
 Some like it white but I'ma go to green
 Purple, dro up in the swisha
 Horny ladies 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 wit' that, you understand the G Code
 And if you don't then you'se hater
 Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it mayne
 I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man
 UGK for life is the family, that's how we get down
 Bring them trill niggaz to ya hood and shut ya shit down
 Playa, you need to sit down, you outta ya league
 Tryna keep up wit' 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
 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
 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