[Intro: Master P]
Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin' nigga)
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road nigga
Pass the weed (Okay)
We gon' head up Interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it
We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
'Cause you know whut?
Us South niggas don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time now baby
We gon' handle our business (Handle it)
And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz
Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)
Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger
Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine
Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'
Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga what?)
Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch love me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time) before I'm up in your house (House)
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (Mind right) and make a pimp rich (What?)
And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)
Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin' nigga)
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road nigga
Pass the weed (Okay)
We gon' head up Interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it
We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
'Cause you know whut?
Us South niggas don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time now baby
We gon' handle our business (Handle it)
And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's)
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz
Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga)
Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger
Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine
Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'
Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga what?)
Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch love me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time) before I'm up in your house (House)
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (Mind right) and make a pimp rich (What?)
And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch)
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