Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bun B
Vocals
Pimp C
Vocals
Step Rideau
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Step Rideau
Songwriter
S. Below
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pimp C
Executive Producer
AVEREXX
Mixing Engineer
Bun B
Executive Producer
Cory Mo
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
J. Prince
Executive Producer
S. Below
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Know I'm talkin' bout?
Like we always do about this time, bitch
[Verse 2]
I got candy in my cup, candy in my car
Candy on my wrist, candy on my car
Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin
Man, I feel so awkward when I ain't got no bar to spliff
[Verse 3]
I keep a whole sip, a whole clip
In case these pussy **** wanna trip
Fly high, boy, high fly boy
'Fore I fly high, lookin' them jackers in their eye
[Verse 4]
I remember when a rapper was a go-getter
Now all these rappers is some ho ****
Hide behind the guards at the show, ****
Don't want no pussy, homosexual on the low ****
[Verse 5]
That's y'all, I'm from the old school
Like MJG and ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short, dog, the real Short, dog
Who see me drapin' drips, stepped
Out the whip on Sunset Strip
[Verse 6]
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha
[Verse 7]
Fuck **** bumpin' gums, real **** be bumpin' screw
So don't get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you
I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin' but ready rockers
That's down for pistol play, on boys that's steady knockers
[Verse 8]
Got boppers that's steady jockin', goofy **** in my ear
Bitch, I'ma self-made trillionaire, get you soft ass outta here
Weak **** wanna plead their case, just to raise up out my face
I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the taste
[Verse 9]
You MySpacing and Facebooking, playing games with them toys
I'm in the streets where gangstas meet
While you're online with them boys
So step your game up, build your name up
Quit your talking and get to doing
All that planning and contemplating
When the fuck you gon' start pursuing?
[Verse 10]
Cars ain't driving themselves, mansions ain't building themselves
They waiting for Ed McMahon and they need to stop feeling themselves
They wealth ain't coming until they earn it
But that's something they won't know till they learn it while burning
[Verse 11]
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha
[Verse 12]
I'ma tell you pussy **** once again
Ain't had no friend since I left the pen
It's some **** I respect in the rap game
And it's some **** that I better not hear saying my fucking name
[Verse 13]
You say, I love a stripper, pulling down my zipper
That ho is paying me, bitch, don't try to play with me
You running from the fight, hiding, bitch, I stay with it
You gotta problem with me? Go to Lil J with it
[Verse 14]
This is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun
Real OGs that's staying hard, you come and limp simply, son
They want it, we can give 'em some, probably not what they wanna see
Trill ass **** certified, ain't never been no wannabe
[Verse 15]
Has been, never was, past due, outdated
Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it
You talkin' down but we comin' up as well as comin' down
So, Pimp, sum it up, baby
[Verse 16]
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
[Verse 17]
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blowing and driving
Benzes and Cadies, swinging big bodies
Swishas and dosha
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, Chad Butler, Step Rideau, Stevie Below