Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
8Ball & MJG
Vocals
Bun B
Vocals
Charles Pettaway
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter
Premro Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Danny Romero
Mixing Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Mike "Hitman" Wilson
Recording Engineer
Mike Caren
Editing Engineer
Steve Fisher
Recording Engineer
Lirik
[Chorus]
Saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
[Verse 1]
I came up bumpin' Eazy-E, Cube and Dre
8Ball, MJ, UGK
Aye, they raised me like Sonny raised C
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me? What? Dizzy, bitch, is you crazy
You seen me with the freak, don't think she never paid me
Pimpin' get a bid, break a bid, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make that bitch turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass, suck his dick, bring me back my duckets quick
Who you think you fuckin' with? I'm serious 'bout this pimpin' shit
All the **** that I kick it with lookin' for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take these triple pounds of weed, bricks and shit
Broke bitch, you can get your shit, before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
My pimpin' too strong, I ain't with your shit
You gon' make me split your shit
Two things I ain't seen is this, a UFO and a bitch I can't get
If her eyes on the prize, she'll ride for the fuck of it
[Chorus]
Saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
[Verse 2]
Through the hoe track, load it up
Hard is fine, explode it up
MJG, I know you hoes ain't been exposed enough
I'll cross a trick over, bag a bitch down and post her up
And slam-dunk some pimpin' in her sister if she close enough
[Verse 3]
Lookie here, open up the door and let a crook in here
Grab the mic and weak ****, they tuck their tail and look in fear
As I bust a round with no shells from inside myself
Lyrics like concealed weapons, sendin' you bitches straight to hell
Burnin' up, just like in Waco Texas, heatin' up your necklace
Scorchin' up your afro
The devil comin' at your ass and he hollow-pointed for **** who really want it
M-J fuckin' G put pussy and titties on it
Them bitches love it when they see pimpin' come up in it
Twenty-four inches under somethin' full of smoke and tinted
Hustle hard for it, keep it 'cause I love to spend it
Pimpin' love his women stout like that girl Kelly
[Chorus]
Saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
[Verse 4]
I came a long way from a poster posted till I Cosa Nostra'd
Kept the toaster closer than I'm 'posed to while your hoes approach ya
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip ya, hold ya throat, then choke ya like I coach ya, croak ya, roach ya, joke and light it, smoke ya
Damn
Pope of Port Arthur, I bless the masses, stretch to Kansas
Elementary, best of classes
Good 'n' learned it, earned my passes
Pack pistols just to blast it
Blast it
I'll blast it just to prove it
Prove it
I proved the second guessers, motherfucker, get to movin'
Movin'
I'm born into hustlin', I grew up tusslin', came up musclin'
Bogarted the meek and the frail
But hell, I put my trust in my left and my right hand
Grindin' through the night and I keep my family tight and see some paper like a white man
Ballin' in the night, we haulin' in the white
And, and
Sippin' on purple Sprite and you can call it what you like
I call it what the fuck I feel, play the cards they fuckin' deal
But we ain't sleepin' till they free the Pimp and that's the fuckin' drill, for real
[Chorus]
Saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Saw the, saw the drop top like the bezzle in my watch
Like the bezzle in my watch, like the bezzle in my watch
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, C. Harris, Marlon Goodwin, P Smith


