[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