Pourin' Up

Smoke somethin', bitch

(Trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Young Pimp, know what we doin'?

(Texas)

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup

All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh), hood we call it

Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes

Sellin' cocaine outta candy thang

Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang

'Cause I'ma hot boy, gotta hot flame

And my hoes pay me, just like Baby

That's the only way they can lay me

Niggaz shoot slugs but they ain't graze me

They want Sweet Jones be pushin' daisies

But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me

That's the reason I knock ya lady

How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her?

I told the pimp God that you was a sinner

You takin' these square hoes out to dinner

Yo' bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner

I mix her whole head up like a blender

Hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender

I used to be a young drug dealer

Now, I'ma young girl stealer

I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson

Nigga, say my name, watch the priest reaction

Sweet Jones or Sweet James?

Switched my name and finger fucked the game

The nigga fell off 'cause his raps are shitty

Plus a nigga need to move up out the city

The game gritty but the bitch pretty

Lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty

Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows

Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes

Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose

I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes

In the winter time, mink coat to match

And they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup

All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh), hood we call it

Uh, I'm comin' out in that candy thang

Eight carats in my pinky rang

Drop the top in the parking lot

So y'all can see where the deserts swang

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

Swingin' left and 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 six

And I keep that thing real handy bitch

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 dick 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 dick 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 dick and bubble gum

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup

All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh), hood we call it

When I pull the slab out and hit the block

Wit' them fours and vogues they clankin' out

When they trunks pop, drop the top

Don't be surprised, you can go in shock

Wit' them neon lights, candy paint

Belts and buckles across the back

Don't disrespect or call this a Caddy

Maybe this more than just a 'Lac

Some like it white but I'ma go to green

Purple, dro up in the swisha

Horny ladies sittin' on the grill

Wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us

We G, so don't dismiss us

Been here before, gon' be here later

Down wit' that, you understand the G Code

And if you don't then you'se hater

Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it mayne

I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man

UGK for life is the family, that's how we get down

Bring them trill niggaz to ya hood and shut ya shit down

Playa, you need to sit down, you outta ya league

Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue

You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight

Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state, so get it straight

We be

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup

All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh), hood we call it