Lyrics

(Feat. Mike Jones & Bun B)

[Intro - Pimp C talking]
Smoke somethin' bi***
Trademark, trademark
Know what I'm talkin about
Young pimp

[Chorus - Pimp C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

[Verse 1 - Pimp C]
Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine out a candy thang
Jammin Lil Wayne, got a trunk of bang, cause I'm a hot boy like 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, and you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock yo lady
How yo gon' pimp with yo d*** up in her? I told the pimp god that you's a sinner
Yo takin these square hoes out to dinner, yo bi*** chose me cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like a blender, ho need a daddy you's a pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'm a young girl stealer
I hit the streets like Steve Jackson, niggas say my name watch the bitch reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James, switched my name, I finger f***ed the game
That nigga fell off cause his rap was sh**ty, plus the nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bi*** pretty, let me snort some white girl up off yo titty
You heard me right, I play what I know
I wear a platinum piece with the Gucci clothes
Pay my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the wintertime, and mink coats to match and they on the flo with my Candy 'Lac

[Chorus]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

[Verse 2 - Mike Jones]
Uh!
I'm comin out that candy thang, 8 carats in my panky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see what a desert 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, swang a left, a 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 that keep that thing real handy bi***
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 d*** 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 d*** 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 d*** and bubble gum

[Chorus]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

[Verse 3 - Bun B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block on them 4's and vogues, they clank and knock
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 Cadi, baby 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's hater
And 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 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...
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[Chorus]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d*** up in yo s***
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck