Smell My Cologne

[Speak: Pimp C]

So if you want it man, come on with it

If you want it with me come one and get some

'Cause you going to smell my cologne

Issey Miyake or some Bond No. 9

'Cause I do not play

[Intro: Big HUD]

Long live Pimp C, first born on the beat

(Ghet-O-Vision)

Da Heavyweight that’s me

Ey we miss you my nigga

This is for you dawg, let’s go!

[Hook: Big HUD] x2

You gon’ smell my cologne

(what?)

You gon’ smell-you gon' smell my cologne

(I know you smell me nigga)

You gon’ smell my cologne

Issey Miyake or some Bond No. 9

[Verse 1: Big HUD]

I’m the shit, bitch

I know you smell me, I already know

You ain’t even gotta tell me

I’m young and living the crazy life

I pray to god every night

Asking him to hold me down

Cause these niggas be acting [?]

And my ice is a bitch

And I’m ballin’ in the mist

Different cities everywhere

Probably fucking with yo bitch

You’re a snitch, I’m a dawg

You’re a ho, I’m a hawk

I’m 2,45 nigga, six foot tall

And everything that I do

I do it for my city

Dallas, Texas motherfucker

The home of the killers and the G’s

[?], the OCT

I’mma rep it till I die, motherfucker look at me

Cause yeah I’m a G, catch me in dollar D

Huffin to club and poppin’ bottles

Yeah we blowing tree

We blew a couple G’s

We with a couple freaks

They can tell that we on

Bitch, smell my cologne

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

I got 22 ice cold in the hand

With 22 white hoes in the van

Sippin’ on Milo, Alabama hello

Yeah buddy I’m proud of Malay

Everybody know that and

Still people wanna run around me

Like I’m [?]

Or disrespect one of my beats

Bitch up, like I don’t know what I’m doing

Like I don’t drive a Chevy

Like I didn’t grow up ruthless

I’m from the Bible Belt

So I know what the bit truth is

And my truth is bit, now straighten me up bitch

Call me prof (holler at chee)

I never was the type, to walk around looking for good advice

I walked around like a bullet trapped in a titanium box all of my life

Put your [?] hand inside, and draw back [?]

I come from a long line of dime pushers, Paul pack it up

I can’t afford to live like a [?] before I sit at home

And let one of you bitch motherfuckers

That throwing threats keep me from blowing

Cause Trunk Muzik put my family in a new home

Take a whiff of them bowties, bitch

Smell my cologne

[Hook]

[Bridge 1: Big HUD]

Bend and break you girl around with me [?]

Come to town motherfucker (I do not play)

Everytime I come around

Yeah you know it’s going down motherfucker (I do not play)

[Bridge 2: Big HUD]

[?]

We had to take these boys to church on Islam

What up [?]? What up Kawan ‘KP’

And they can smell my cologne

[Hook]