Belts to Match UGK (Ft. Smitty)
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[Hook]
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Oh yes its Bun B, but no applause
Please, unlock your jaws
Just unbutton em
Unzip em squeeze out and you got no flaws
You get your cross town call
You know you got respect in the mens stall
Broads having meetings up in the ladies room
Gettin it yall
Porsche caravans, Benz, Cadillacs and minivans, pullin cutta
Yo Smitty whattup, ain't no time to nut up
I suck my gut up then I let them boppas talk until i let em shut up
Say baby raise that toot up
Kiss that face down
Jazzed up, I can't pass up - AC
Feel ya brother glass up, the spot I blast up
Just in case you gassed up cuz last up, for you its all down from here
Far as we concerned yall need to get yall self around from here
Used to clown the year, Man Im known to wreck the century
Giving industry enemy infantries infinite injuries instantly
If its meant to be, behold the pimp in me, ain't no simpin, but sit back relax
Baby you finst to see
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Oh yes its Bun B, but no applause
Please, unlock your jaws
Just unbutton em
Unzip em squeeze out and you got no flaws
You get your cross town call
You know you got respect in the mens stall
Broads having meetings up in the ladies room
Gettin it yall
Porsche caravans, Benz, Cadillacs and minivans, pullin cutta
Yo Smitty whattup, ain't no time to nut up
I suck my gut up then I let them boppas talk until i let em shut up
Say baby raise that toot up
Kiss that face down
Jazzed up, I can't pass up - AC
Feel ya brother glass up, the spot I blast up
Just in case you gassed up cuz last up, for you its all down from here
Far as we concerned yall need to get yall self around from here
Used to clown the year, Man Im known to wreck the century
Giving industry enemy infantries infinite injuries instantly
If its meant to be, behold the pimp in me, ain't no simpin, but sit back relax
Baby you finst to see
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