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PERFORMING ARTISTS
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Programming
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
Joshua Lopez
Joshua Lopez
Guitar
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Avery Harris
Avery Harris
Songwriter
Joseph Johnson
Joseph Johnson
Songwriter
Wesley Harris III
Wesley Harris III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AVEREXX
AVEREXX
Producer
Pimp C
Pimp C
Executive Producer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Mixing Engineer
Doug Fenske
Doug Fenske
Assistant Engineer
Bob Brown
Bob Brown
Mixing Engineer
Bun B
Bun B
Executive Producer
Cory Mo
Cory Mo
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
J. Prince
J. Prince
Executive Producer
Mike Moe
Mike Moe
Recording Engineer
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Mixing Engineer
Phillip Ramos
Phillip Ramos
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones' It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone It's been a long time since I busted on a Glock But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me Man, I pull up in your city and get my Bush on (what is that?) Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key (key) All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee (tee) And we don't bar no plexes We way bigger than other men though (men though) The diamond deuces on tinted windows We in the wind yo (wind yo) We 'Chevro way' the wind blow (wind blow) That's the corner we been Joe (been Joe) Don't know where you been bro But it's no quiz with me, you win though When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy We block bleeders (what?), leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody We grippin' that woodler, bud it (damn), sit back and scope it (huh) Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything 'bout to pump it I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious UGK Records, it's an institution Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams Easiest money you can get, it's the American dream, bitch Man, I'm a middle finger figure (figure) on a million dollar mission Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher (bacher) With a whippin' in the kitchen pitchin' Ya-yo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), we the trillest on the mound I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us We the realest walkin' the planet Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us Get to stickin' but make sure you cut us deep 'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep (oh) Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood Don't matter, we represented, cross us? (Yup) we gon' get you good Them Down South veterans (huh), ain't nobody better than Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me Belong to me Belong to me Belong to me Belong to me
Writer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Johnson, Avery Divelle Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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