[Intro: DJ Paul] Hypnotize Minds! UGK, Three 6 Mafia, another classic, baby! Put some South in your mouth! It's goin down, what& [Verse 1: Pimp C] Sweet Jones! My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber, Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover. Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor, Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser. Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club, Fuckin up the game, bitch, it gets no love. She be cross-country, givin all that she got, A thousand a pop, I'm pullin Bentleys off the lot. I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red, Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head. Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary, Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy. [Sample: Willie Hutch] I choose you. [Verse 2: Bun B] Baby, you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team, The grass is greener on that other side, if you know what I mean, I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World, And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl, When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style, Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile, We pilin up the paper on the dinin' room table, 'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable. We rockin Russian sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack, What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back? I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch, Put my pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich. Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3, Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B. 'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes? Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes, We tryna get chose. [Sample: Willie Hutch] I choose you. [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Now when they heard who in the club, DJ Paul, bitches chosen up, When they see I'm icy like a slush, then they frozen up, Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them cups raisin up, Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up. I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker, ho! Ya swore you doin it like me? You's a thinker, ho! What you thinkin, bro? Need to get your money way up, UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up. [Verse 4: Juicy J] I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell, The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale, I don't fuck around with snitches who tell, Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell, I'm out here gettin paid, ain't got time for jail, I paid off the judges, the juries, the sheriff, You know it's the Juice-man, never will fail, I'm still sippin syrup, slow motion like snails. [Sample: Willie Hutch] I choose you.
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