Pourin_up_feat._mike_jones_and_bun_b - Master p

Smoke somethin b**ch

A trademark trademark know what I'm talkin 'bout

Young Pimp know what we doin Texas

Smokin out pourin up puttin dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck

Smokin out pourin up puttin dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck

Smokin out pourin up puttin dick up in yo' slut

All my cars got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck

I'm smokin out pourin up keepin lean up in my cup

All my cars got leather and wood in my uh hood we call it

Grippin grain switchin lanes sellin coc*ine outta candy thang

Jammin Lil' Wayne gotta trunk of bang 'cause I'm a Hot Boy gotta hot flame

And my hoes pay me just like Baby that's the only way they can lay me

Niggaz shoot slugs but they ain't graze me they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies

But you slow and lazy you can't fade me that's the reason I knock ya lady

How you gon' pimp with'cha dick up in her I told the pimp God that you was a sinner

You takin these square hoes out to dinner the b**ch chose me 'cause she want a winner

I mix her whole head up like a blender hoe need a daddy you'se pretender

I used to be a young ** dealer now I'm a young girl stealer

I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson ni**a say my name watch the priest reaction

Sweet Jones or Sweet James Switched my name and finger f**ked the game

The ni**a fell off 'cause his raps are shitty plus a ni**a need to move up out the city

The game gritty but the b**ch pretty lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty

Ya heard me right I play with' what I knows

Wear platinum piece and with' the Gucci clothes

Paid my dues I ain't came to lose I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes

In the winter time mink coat to match and they on the floor with' my candy 'La

Uh I'm comin out in that candy thang 8 carats in my pinky rang

Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang

Candy paint what I'm flippin on 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on

Momo wood grain I'm grippin on grippin on

I said Candy paint what I'm flippin on 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on

Momo wood grain I'm grippin on codeine in cup I'm sippin on

I hog the lane in that candy train swangin left and right then I turn up the bang

I'm a say it for those who don't know my name know my name

They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists

I sit on buck in that candy 6 and I keep that thing real handy b**ch

I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run

'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum

I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run

'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum

I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run

'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum

When I pull the slab out and hit the block with' them 4's and vogues they clankin out

When they trunks pop drop the top don't be surprised you can go in shock

With' them neon lights candy paint belts and buckles across the back

Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi maybe this more than just a 'Lac

Some like it white but I'm a go to green purple dro up in the swisha

Horny ladies sittin on the grill wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us

We G so don't dismiss us been here before gon' be here later

Down with' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater

Insult I can't roll with'cha it ain't how I do it man

I'm from Texas P A to be exact where we screw it man

U G K for life is the family that's how we get down

Bring them trill niggaz to ya hood and shut ya sh*t down

Playa you need to sit down you outta ya league

Tryna keep up with' the trill you just might die of fatigue

You can't carry the load you can't handle the weight

Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight

We be