If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
Man who ain't up on this down South shit
But I don't really wanna hit ya with this hot thang
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the drops
To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four 'Vette
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a Colt fo'
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Keep it trill, this the South baby, Texas and GA
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of hoes
One of Jeezy's songs on, make them bitches get low
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
I'm switchin' lane to lane, leanin' on the switch
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Swangin' on T.I., S's and Fo's
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Or get hit up in yo'
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Fre-fre-fresh
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red Biarritz
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my pose
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man, hey Bun
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'?
