Gravy

[Verse 1: Pimp C] Uhhhhhhhh! If you know like I know you would get down on the floor I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisher full of dro We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low And if you didn't want a Pimp then what'cha fucking with me for? Every lady ain't a ho and every ho ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks Ride with me she holding a pistol while I'm whipping and popping the trunk We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread And we ain't never gon' have no problems long as she hear what the fuck I said Pimping ain't dead it just moved to the website Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here living by the code In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode I'm looking at you, you choosing me my dickhead never stop I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm shooting for stars, we headed to the top [Hook: Pimp C] I'm staying true, I'm out here whipping my Mercedes Fucking with the midnight ladies the game is cold but it's gravy I'm banging Screw, my young girl looking fine We staying out here on the grind and keeping money on our mi-ii-iind [Verse 2: Bun B] Well I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, got to feel ya boy 100%, real Bun B I represent Trill with that gangster ass persona so hard it can dent Stillin the hood cause it needs me, and the corner it feeds me So I eat all I want, my reputation proceeds me If you grimy or greasy, then your best step be easy Cause that forty-feezy, leave you leaking fo' sheezy Trigger fingers I squeeze see, and the cannons is bust Them bullets blow by you breezy, like a midsummer gust It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome You be leaking out plasma and puss, and your mouth'll fill up with foam So you got to go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man Got to pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand? Got to play the hand that you're dealt, that's until it's your turn to deal Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel [Hook: Pimp C] [Verse 3: Pimp C] I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South This scary ho don't wanna know what this about Cause I stay country true down to the core Dick good like uncut blow In your nose, in your jaws Feel it tighten up don't stop, don't pause Candy nigga drive candy cars Fuck the D.A. fuck the law I fuck the snow But I love a pro Like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er On parole well I'm a pistol packer Drugs sold, powder jacker Get with me if she a money stacker Bitch around me man I'm a mack her [Verse 4: Bun B] From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro and them powder bricks We grind to eat, and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks With 36 hoes to the ki, and 10 kilograms in the sack And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's 1.5 mill' worth of crack It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow, the King Committee is now in session Today's agenda, get that dough cause the clock is ticking, time is pressing No second guessing, make your mind up, step your grind up and get that pay Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast if you wanna roll with that UGK [Hook: Pimp C]