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Correct I Don't Mess Wit U Lyrics
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(feat. Vicious & Smoke D) [Pimp C:] Yeah, E. Vicious y'knalmtalkinbout? Sweet Jones, Tony Snow All you ole bitch ass niggaz on that ole goofy section of the newspaper Knalmtalkinbout? (Mr. Magoo ass niggaz) All that ole comedy shit, that ole fantasy island shit, knalmtalkinbout? (Bugs Bunny ass niggaz) Say man, missed me with that bullshit Knalmtalkinbout? Hold up... [Hook (Pimp C):] Round here runnin ya mouth (runnin ya mouth) Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (Blah) Ya dead... And can't believe how you lied on me (uh) But you'se a simp so I'ma let it slide homey (uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a hoe, a hoe (nigga's a hoe) Just ain't keepin it true, wonderin why I don't fuck wit'chu [Pimp C:] Uh, talkin that big dick shit You a hoe, I said it (I said it), what chu gon' do about it bitch? (bitch!) Uh, talkin to the laws (laws) No balls just sugar in ya drawers (drawers) If you don't like me, kill me (uh) I'm only dyin one time, nigga feel me (uh) Cowards die a thousand deaths Born to die but you can't take away my rep (my rep, my rep) And I ain't goin no time soon Gotta broad on the plane, pussy full of balloons Ain't nothin happenin on some bamboo monkey shit (uh) Keep my name outcha mouth, nigga you counterfeit (uh) [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I walk around this motherfucker, trippin on these weak niggaz Pullin all this hoe shit, callin themselves street niggaz Talkin down, wishing the worse and straight hating on me Praying that I fall off, bitches keep waitin on it I ain't got no friends, niggaz take it how ya hear it Where was y'all for the bid? I did five fuckin years! While the chill turned to lab dap, after all that I took back Never go broke again, bitch I know how to cook crack Learned to stack a dollar, hold the power in a black Impala Try to swerve and hit the curb and watch the crackers follow Bitch nigga got my name in his mouth We go pistols when we pissed, that's how we play in the South (play in the South) [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Bitch I'ma triple O. G., superhood grown, heavyweight (heavyweight) I'm no magician but my magic tricks will make you levitate Round of applause for the plastic pieces Right now the clip up in nickels in solemn night releases Aye, aye.. No joking or playin, I'm sayin we sprayin for real Straight out the gate, no hesitation bitch I'm bustin my steel The shit is helter-skelter And you gon' need Jesus Christ, a gimmick, plus a fall-out shelter We cast wet toiletries upon bitch ass snakes For cheesecakes, the dirty rats gon' put ya tongue on a plate Diarrhea mouth niggaz, 1-800-Ima-Tell Fuck around wit'em, you gon' be dead or in jail (jail) [Hook:] [Pimp C:] Say this Young Pimp y'knalmtalkinbout? Say Mike Dean, go and draft some of that vinyl for the South knalmtalkinbout? Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these bitch ass niggaz! Hold up... [echoes] [Slim Thug:] Smoke somethin, bitch! [starts laughing]
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