Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) [feat. Three 6 Mafia]

Hypnotize minds

UGK, Three 6 Mafia

'Nother classic, baby

Put some south in your mouth, goin' down

My bitch a choosy lover

Never fuck without a rubber

Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover

Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor

Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser

Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club

Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love

She be cross country, giving all that she got

A thousand a pop, I'm pulling Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

Every time we hit the parking lot we turn head

Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary

Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy

Oh, oh, I choose you, girl

Baby, you been rolling solo, time to get down with the team

The grass is greener on that other side, you know what I mean

I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World

And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl

I say my girl, don't mean my woman, that ain't 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 rock the freshest Sable, keep that chiller on the rack

What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?

I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch

Put my pimping in your life, watch ya daddy get rich

Easy as A-B-C, simple as one-two-three

Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B-U-N-B

'Cause what's a ho with no pimp? And what's a pimp with no ho?

Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes

We tryna get chose

Oh, oh, I choose you, girl

Now when they heard who in the club, DJ Paul, bitches chosen up

When they see I'm icy like a slush, then they frozen up

Like my homie, Project Pat, we keep them cups raising up

Snizzle fizz is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up

I down drink by the liters, I'm a drinker, ho

Ya swore you doin' it like me? You's a thinker, ho

What you thinkin', bro? Need to get your money way up

UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up

I'm still trapping in hell, my pockets on swell

The number one D-boy, Mr. Fish-scale

I don't fuck around with snitches who tell

Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell

I'm out here getting paid, ain't got time for jail

I paid off the judges, the juries, the sheriff

You know it's the Juice-man, never will fail

I'm still sipping syrup, slow motion like snails

Oh, oh, I choose you, girl

I, I choose you, baby