Diamonds Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz (Ft. Bun B & MJG)

[Whole song is pitched down]

[Chorus: Chopped & Screwed]
Diamonds in my peace of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond, diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamonds, diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond, diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah!
This shit right here (wassup)
For all my niggas in the south (ok)
Makin' big dough (know what I'm talking bout)
Makin' big long dollars
All my niggas in H-Town
New Orleans, Dallas, Texas
Mississippi all over the south
Shit of course the ATL (All over the south)
All my niggas rockin' those diamonds and pieces in there chains

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now we done talked about the pinky ring
And talked about the gold grill
So tell me, what's left to give really yo spine a cold chill?
Some call 'em diamonds, we call 'em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape, the color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red to baby blue
One stone or maybe two, fuck it cause we all can't be babies fool
Some of it's jazzy, some of it can't be real
Nigga say it's sittin' platinum, knowin' it's stainless steel, shit
I seen all kinds of medallions, on the necks of rappers
Drug dealers, Marks, ball players and stallions
?? company shit they buy them hoes by the dozens
O.G. nigga get a new piece, pass the old down to his cousin
Spell out your name, your corner, your clique
I know a pimp that got a piece with a bitch sucking his dick
So what you waiting for you shy men? Come join the fly men
That'll push like hymens for (diamonds), with perfect timing