[Hook]
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Oh yes its Bun B, but no applause
Please, unlock your jaws
Just unbutton em
Unzip em squeeze out and you got no flaws
You get your cross town call
You know you got respect in the mens stall
Broads having meetings up in the ladies room
Gettin it yall
Porsche caravans, Benz, Cadillacs and minivans, pullin cutta
Yo Smitty whattup, ain't no time to nut up
I suck my gut up then I let them boppas talk until i let em shut up
Say baby raise that toot up
Kiss that face down
Jazzed up, I can't pass up - AC
Feel ya brother glass up, the spot I blast up
Just in case you gassed up cuz last up, for you its all down from here
Far as we concerned yall need to get yall self around from here
Used to clown the year, Man Im known to wreck the century
Giving industry enemy infantries infinite injuries instantly
If its meant to be, behold the pimp in me, ain't no simpin, but sit back relax
Baby you finst to see
[Hook]
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match

[Verse 2: Bun B]
I be flippin and whipping
In this game ain't tricking
Candy paint on my double O Northstar keep dripping
Fifth wheel, bumpin grill, slightly tinted windshield
With a solid gold byzantine cuz you know Im trill
Drop screen, sippin lean, assorted ranchers in my cup
Hitting the scene diamonds glean
A yung player with big bucks
You can tell im a pimp, by the way that I walk
You can tell Im a playa by the way that I talk
You know, I'm super fly by the car that I drive
And you kno, I dont love broads hollering pimp or die
I drink and drive
Will have you out here selling your snatch
You met your match
The day you got too attached
With the
[Hook]
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Pimp C trick we got the funk
If you a baller in the south we in yo trunk
If you bout it and you know it hoe then owe
And You ain't ridin' in my Benz if you ain't smokin'
If you a square type chick than get round
Hop it up Pop that thing and touch the ground
Now get crunk, get buck
Get crunk, get buck
And let me see you if you gon' give it up (give it up)
Im Tryna' lead in your girl like Dirk Diggler
ATL - [?] [?] High Caligula (Caligula)
On ya job gurl I'll make you dissapear (Dissapear, uhh)
And drop a three carrot diamond in my ear
Now I'm daddy, (I'm daddy)
Im daddy (I'm Daddy)
Grippin' wood it feels good in the caddy
Its '99 we ain't messin' with no rats
Its time to put some real life pimpin' on the track
And bring my money back trick


Hold up
UGK records know what I'm talkin' bout
Smokin' something for the '99 hold up
You need to get your mind on your money
Get down bout your paper
Down here we ain't makin' hip hop songs know what I'm sayin'
We makin' country rap tunes, so uh separate us from the rest
We grippin' grain down here