[Intro: DJ Paul & Pimp C]
Goin' down
Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Mafia
Featurin' UGK
Rest in peace Pimp C!
Hold up
I got a pocket full of stones...
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I got a whip that's on that chrome (Gettin' paid, motherfucker!)
Candy drip off that chrome (On them thangs, motherfucker!)
22 inches on that chrome (Grippin' grain, motherfucker!)
They won't leave us alone (Cocaine, motherfucker!)
I got a whip that's on that chrome (Gettin' paid, motherfucker!)
Candy drip off that chrome (On them thangs, motherfucker!)
22 inches on that chrome (Grippin' grain, motherfucker!)
They won't leave us alone (Cocaine, motherfucker!)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now let the pain begin, I'm born and bred off in the city of sin
The dirty dime, know that, Memphis Tenn
Where my dudes get throwed, stuff that white up they nose
Take that kush, break it down, sprinkle it, then reload
Where my homies ride high with a bump in the back
Sometimes might ride with a body in the back
Man, we clique in the club, our side ain't jokin'
In the parking lot, I tote and we're smokin'
Then we smash out, dawg, barkin' under the bumper
Ten cars deep got it sounding like some thunder
Riding 28's with UGK in the back
And the smoke still blowin' out the barrel of the gat
Goin' down
Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Mafia
Featurin' UGK
Rest in peace Pimp C!
Hold up
I got a pocket full of stones...
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I got a whip that's on that chrome (Gettin' paid, motherfucker!)
Candy drip off that chrome (On them thangs, motherfucker!)
22 inches on that chrome (Grippin' grain, motherfucker!)
They won't leave us alone (Cocaine, motherfucker!)
I got a whip that's on that chrome (Gettin' paid, motherfucker!)
Candy drip off that chrome (On them thangs, motherfucker!)
22 inches on that chrome (Grippin' grain, motherfucker!)
They won't leave us alone (Cocaine, motherfucker!)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now let the pain begin, I'm born and bred off in the city of sin
The dirty dime, know that, Memphis Tenn
Where my dudes get throwed, stuff that white up they nose
Take that kush, break it down, sprinkle it, then reload
Where my homies ride high with a bump in the back
Sometimes might ride with a body in the back
Man, we clique in the club, our side ain't jokin'
In the parking lot, I tote and we're smokin'
Then we smash out, dawg, barkin' under the bumper
Ten cars deep got it sounding like some thunder
Riding 28's with UGK in the back
And the smoke still blowin' out the barrel of the gat
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