Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
Joshua Lopez
Joshua Lopez
Guitar
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Charles Wilson Jr.
Charles Wilson Jr.
Recording Engineer
Mike Foster
Mike Foster
Recording Engineer
Anthony Palazzole
Anthony Palazzole
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Geoff Rice
Geoff Rice
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bun B
Bun B
Executive Producer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
J. Prince
J. Prince
Executive Producer
Pimp C
Pimp C
Executive Producer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Recording Engineer

Letras

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im Gladis Knight So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider! Read some litera - ture on the subject You sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic If that bitch do you dirty We'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" Sweet jones My bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a compressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser Trash like to fuck for 40 dollars in the club Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love She be cross country givin all that she got A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh I choose you girl Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team the grass greener on that other side if you know what I mean I'll show you shit you've never seen The 7 wonders of the world And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that aint my style Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile We piling up the paper on the dining room table Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back Im a million dollar mack, 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 whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoe Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryin to get chose OOOooooohhh Ooooooohhh I choose you girl Eni mini decisions with precision I pick Or make my selection on who I choose to be with Girl dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!) Thats like makin it rain Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter Better prepare you for the C-support She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers couldnt stop the Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could Cause he payin 20K a day, that bis eating good Like an infant on a double D titty just getting plump Cause he miscalculated the next to the last pump Dump Dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up Better chose the right one or pick pick the kiddies up Ooooohhhhh Ooooooohhh I chose you girl IIIIiiii I chose you baby
Writer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Andre Benjamin, Willie M. Hutchison, Antwan A. Patton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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