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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
UGK
UGK
Performer
Bill Withers
Bill Withers
Sampled Artist
DJ Bird
DJ Bird
Vocals
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Withers
Bill Withers
Songwriter
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Pimp C
Pimp C
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pimp C
Pimp C
Producer
Shetoro Henderson
Shetoro Henderson
Engineer
Bernie Bismark
Bernie Bismark
Engineer
Tim Kimsey
Tim Kimsey
Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got a girl and she treat me fine
But my homies all think that I'm losin' my mind
I'm trippin and I know it, 'cause I'm all nerved up
'Cause everytime I go to sleep, I see this big ole butt
Girl
See, I ain't never gave no chick four stars
But she treat me so good that she be drivin' my car
And everyday it gets better, I can't lie
Went to her house, and she made me some hot potato pie
Girl
All my friends be sayin': "She ain't nothin' but a scrub"
But she make me feel high, like I'm hooked on drugs
So I give her what she need, and what's done is done
I'm a special kind of fool, but ayo, it don't bother me none
I can't help myself, I know that I'm trippin'
But she got it goin' on like Kentucky Fried Chicken
So everytime she ask me for my credit card
You know she get it, 'cause ya know that
Chill, C
Girl
I know, G
I used to be the playa, now I'm gettin pimped
I used to be hard, now I'm livin' all limp
Why I let her play me? You can't understand
So sit yourself down, and just listen to my man
I, I, I, I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin' used
Oh, you just keep on usin' me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
I been to the mountain top, and down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2, and still ain't find no finer
Not so much a finer girl, but one that treat me so sweet
Rub my back, when I'm so, and cook me somethin' good to eat
Girl
She worked me so hard, 'til I hurt my back
So I'm passin out them ducats in them croka sacks
And everybody wonder why I smile all day
All the girls wanna know why I won't give 'em the play
My old girl called me, ask me why I wanna dis her
I told her 'cause her lovin' ain't better than her sister
I can't get enough, the bad got me stuck
I give her all my money, and she always do me up
Girl
Bun say I'm trippin' out, and Byrd say I'm trippin', too
But this time I just can't listen to my ole crew
'Cause back in the day, I vowed to never change my pimp game
But '92 came around, and things go insane
Girl
I gotta get my thing back on track
But the more I try to stay away, the more I come back
Why I let her play me? You can't understand
So sit yourself down, and just listen to my man
I, I, I said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on usin' me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
I, I, I, I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin' used
Oh, you just keep on usin' me
Until you use me up
To sum it all up, I'm breakin' all my rules
'Cause she got me droppin' off her little brother to school
I be gettin' bills, and stubs from checks
I work all day, just to spend it on sex
Girl
But all that really matters is I'm happy, dude
And I be happy long as I get good soul food
Girl
UGK sayin': "Peace out, and plenty of luck"
And she could keep usin' Pimp C, and just use me up
Girl, but oh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Girl
Yeah, just use me up
Girl, but oh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Uh, just use me up
Yeah, just use me up
Girl, but oh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Girl
Just use me up, yeah, just use me up
Girl, but oh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Uh, just use me up, yeah, just use me up
Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres
Girl, but oh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Girl
Yeah
Written by: Bill Withers, Bun B, Pimp C
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