| I’m still dranked up and dripped out, reclining to top
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| Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don’t stop
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| Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
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| I’ma swang on these bopples, I’m a clown on these cops
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| Candy red out the shop, I’m leaving paint on the street
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| Sippin' serve, slangin' birds, smokin' indo sweets
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| I done stay low in places, cause the playas hate Texas
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| Tv screen, Young & The Restless, in my G. S. Lexus
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| From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
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| Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
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| Remember that bitch Sally? |
| They didn’t like her walk
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| But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
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| Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about punkin' the screw
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| We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
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| It’s real easy to see, there ain’t no fuckin' with me
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| I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke
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| On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
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| Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
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| On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
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| Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke
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| It’s time to lay it down, like cards on the table
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| Big crib, watching gorgeous gal lickin' my navel
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| Who’s the man? |
| And who’s the G?
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| L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that’s me
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| Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
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| Punk-ass niggas can’t fuck with me
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| Give me cocain in reglerity
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| Pimps on all these hoes and jet
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| Break a nigga neck if he don’t respect
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| Let me pimp right down effect
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| Gone of the drank, got' make a bank
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| Playa haters niggas don’t want tryin' to take my pad
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| I’ma have to kill, when I come down, caught me blazin' wood wheel
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| Pop another pill, careful, better chill
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| Southside Houston Texas won’t you tell me how you feel
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| Make another mill, while I pack my steel
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| Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill
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| Higher than a hill, land of the trill
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| Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show another skill
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| On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
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| Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
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| On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree
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| Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke
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| First crip to flow, if ya hoes that know
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| In and out the back door cause I gots to go
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| I’m more time I’ma flow, I’m a freestyle pro
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| Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show
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| Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
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| Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
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| I punch in clocks, don’t like dumb jocks
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| I’m a playa I’m a baller, bagguettes and rocks
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| Worst strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
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| Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
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| Again and again, nothing less than a win
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| Your foy, your friend, I’m a keep pimpin' pen, pimpin' pens |