Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Chopped & Screwed)

[Intro: DJ Paul, (Pimp C)] Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's going down It's your boys Three 6 The Academy Award winnin' Mafia Yeah, it's goin' down man Chopped up not slopped up Yeah It's goin' down UGK, Three 6 Ma-Mafia It's goin' down-down-down-down UGK, Three 6 Mafia It's-it's goin' down-down-down It's goin' down-down Put some South in your mouth Put some South in your mouth Put some South in your mouth Put some South in your mouth [Verse 1: Pimp C] My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor Top notch hoes-hoes get the most, not the less-less Trash-trash like to fuck for $40 in the club Trash like to fuck for $40 in the club Trash like to fuck for $40 in the club Fuckin' up the game, bitch, ya gets no-no She be, she be cross-country, givin' all that-that A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys lot-lot I smashed-smashed up the gray one, bought red, red Every hit the, hit the parking lot, we head, head Hoes, hoes wanna choose, but them bitches scary, scary Your bitch, you, you ain't a pimp, fairy, fairy [Refrain: Willie Hutch sample] "Ohh, ohh, I choose you, girl, yeah" [Verse 2: Bun B] Baby, baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener, rollin' solo, time to get down with the Baby you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on the other side if you know what I mean I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World (world) And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl (girl) Say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile) We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' room table, table Cause you able to realize, realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable) We rock the freshest sable, keep that 'chilla rack, rack What I look like, thousand, thousand dollar shit up back, back? I'm a million, million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin' in your life, watch your daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B-U-N B Cause what's a ho with no pimp? And what's a pimp with no hoes? Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryna get chose [Refrain: Willie Hutch sample] "Ohh, ohh, I choose you, girl, yeah" [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Now, now when they heard, heard who in the club, DJ Paul, bitches chosen up When they see I'm icy like a slush, they frozen, frozen up Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them raising, raising up Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it, nose it I dial drank by the liters, gotta nose it up I dial, nose it up, I dial, nose it up (Hold up, Paul, I don't think they heard you right) Nose it up I dial drank by the liters, I'm a drinker, ho Ya swore you doin' it like me? Faker, faker What you, what you, bro, bro? Need to get your way, way up UGK, Three 6, Three 6 Mafia got your trained, trained up, bitch [Verse 4: Juicy J] I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets swell, swell The number D-D-boy, Mr. Swell, swell I don't fuck,fuck around, around, snitches, snitches who tell, tell Put holes in your brain, brain, leave bodies, bodies smell, smell I'm out here, out here gettin' paid, ain't got jail, jail I paid off judges, judges, the juries, sheriff, sheriff You know it's, know it's the Juice-man, never fail, fail I'm still sizzurp, sizzurp, slow motion, snails, snails [Refrain: Willie Hutch sample] "Ohh, ohh, I choose you, girl, yeah" "Ahh, I choose you, baby..." [Outro] [?] 3-0-5-7-9-0-9-4-1-4, mayne Holla at me We gotta say Rest In Peace to the creator of all slow time music, mayne, no matter what they told me. DJ Screw is responsible for it. And it's fifteen years, mayne, this shit, we still keepin' it alive. Put that in your mouth, hata