Intl Players Anthem I Choose You Remix song by UGK from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Remix, Rap, Memphis music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Intl Players Anthem I Choose You Remix Meaning
| [[Intro: DJ Paul] Hypnotize Minds, UGK! Three 6 Mafia, another classic baby Put some South in your mouth It’s goin down, what [Verse 1: Pimp C] Sweet Jones 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 get the most, not the lesser Trash like to fuck for $40 in the club Fuckin’ up the game, bitch ya gets no love She be cross-country, givin’ all that she got A thousand a pop, I’m pullin’ Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn head Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you ain’t a pimp, you a fairy [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah… [Verse 2: Bun B] Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that 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) When I 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 ‘Cause you able to realize I’m the truth and not a fable (fable) We rock the freshest sable, keep that ‘chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back? I’m a million dollar mac 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] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul, bitches chosen up When they see I’m icy like a slush, then they frozen up Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them cups raising up Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up I dial drink by the liters, I’m a drinker ho Ya swore you doin’ it like me? You’s a thinker ho What you thinkin bro? Need to get your money way up UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up [Verse 4: Juicy J] I’m still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale I don’t fuck around with snitches who tell Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell I’m out here gettin’ paid, ain’t got time for jail I paid off the judges, the juries, the sheriff You know it’s the Juice-man, never will fail I’m still sippin’ syrup, slow motion like snails [Refrain] Ohh, ohh I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby…] |
