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Pimp C » Pourin' Up
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	(Intro: Pimp C talking ) Smoke somethin' bitch Trademark, trademark Know what I'm talkin about Young pimp (Chorus: Pimp C) Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck (Verse 1: Pimp C) Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine not a candy thang Jammin Lil Wayne, got a trunk of bang, cause I'm a hot boy like a hot flame And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't grave me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin [?] But you pushin slowin [?], and you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock yo lady How yo gon' pimp with yo d* up in her? I told the pimp god that you's a sinner Yo takin these square hoes out to dinner, yo bi* chose me cause she want a winner I mix her whole head up like a blender, ho need a daddy you's a pretender I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'm a young girl stealer I hit the streets like Steve Jackson, niggas say my name watch the priest reaction Sweet Jones or Sweet James, switch my name, I finger f*ed the game That nigga fell off cause his rap was shty, plus the nigga need to move up out the city The game gritty but the bi* pretty, let me snatch the white girl up off yo titty You heard me right [???] I wear a platinum piece and with the Gucci clothes Pay my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes In the wintertime, and mink coats to match and they on the flo with my Candy 'Lac (Chorus:) Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck (Verse 2: Mike Jones) Uh! I'm comin out that candy thang, 8 carats in my panky rang Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see [???] Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on Momo wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin on I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on Momo wood grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on I hog the lane in that candy train, swang a left, a right then I turn up the bang I'ma say it for those who don't know my name, know my name They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists? I sit on buck in that candy 6 and that keep that thing real handy bi* I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun do hoes bad and leave em on the run Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard d* and bubble gum I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun do hoes bad and leave em on the run Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard d* and bubble gum I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun do hoes bad and leave em on the run Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard d* and bubble gum (Chorus:) Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck (Verse 3: Bun B) When I pull the slab out and hit the block on them 4's and vogues... (Chorus:) Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s* All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin out, pourin up, puttin d* up in yo s*** All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin out, pourin up, keep it lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
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