[Intro: T.I.]
Alright, nigga, you already know what it is, man
A-Town, H-Town connection, nigga
T.I.P., man, you understand that?
My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp Squad Clique
Keep it pimpin', mane
[Chorus: T.I.]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Pimp smoke grey Cadillac, twenty-four, imagine that
Camera in my license plate to see you when I'm backin' back
T.I.P. be smokin' on that good shit, imagine that
I'm blowin' on a ho that's strong enough to kill your cataract
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow, you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep the beef, pussy nigga, I don't battle rap
So that bullshit you kickin' through your teeth a gangsta laughin' at
That shit you hear on "Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill
'Fore you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record never sells, I'm the shit still
[Chorus: T.I.]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I got the diamond ice in my grill, invisible top, glass bottom
I'm swervin' lanes on the interstate, evadin' laws and playin' possum
I spin the wheel, I roll the dice, I look at life in a different light
Thirty-six of that white make you a celebrity overnight
I shoot a kite to my potna Project, locked up doin' forty-five
And let him know I'm still holdin', them Grit Boys is on the rise
One hundred percent, no compromise, my mama raised to be a man
I'm not concerned with the next man, gettin' money, that's my plan
I'm on the road with that boy Unique, I'm pourin' drank, he rollin' Sweets
T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T
It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin' haters, R.I.P.
We so throwed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete
[Chorus: T.I.]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I'm on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state
On the move, I'm bleedin' blocks tryin' to get this paper straight
No time to wait, no room for error, the game plan is crystal clear
I'm tryin' to bolt up eighty-threes and throw some ice cubes in the air
I'm reminiscin', on my potna Duke that died and passed away
I'm strapped up at all times, if you flex, I'ma blast away
Like Tom Hanks on Castaway, I'm posted up just one-deep
'Cause these days these hoes out here be plottin' to come up on the creep
And these suckers be on that reach, tryin' to come up off of me
You need to go get it by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me, I'm star-studded all because I punch that clock
Burnin' straights out on the block, givin' it all I got
[Chorus: T.I.]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so throwed
