UGK — Belts to Match

[Hook] The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match [Verse 1: Bun B] Oh yes its Bun B, but no applause Please, unlock your jaws Just unbutton em Unzip em squeeze out and you got no flaws You get your cross town call You know you got respect in the mens stall Broads having meetings up in the ladies room Gettin it yall Porsche caravans, Benz, Cadillacs and minivans, pullin cutta Yo Smitty whattup, ain't no time to nut up I suck my gut up then I let them boppas talk until i let em shut up Say baby raise that toot up Kiss that face down Jazzed up, I can't pass up - AC Feel ya brother glass up, the spot I blast up Just in case you gassed up cuz last up, for you its all down from here Far as we concerned yall need to get yall self around from here Used to clown the year, Man Im known to wreck the century Giving industry enemy infantries infinite injuries instantly If its meant to be, behold the pimp in me, ain't no simpin, but sit back relax Baby you finst to see [Hook] The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match [Verse 2: Bun B] I be flippin and whipping In this game ain't tricking Candy paint on my double O Northstar keep dripping Fifth wheel, bumpin grill, slightly tinted windshield With a solid gold byzantine cuz you know Im trill Drop screen, sippin lean, assorted ranchers in my cup Hitting the scene diamonds glean A yung player with big bucks You can tell im a pimp, by the way that I walk You can tell Im a playa by the way that I talk You know, I'm super fly by the car that I drive And you kno, I dont love broads hollering pimp or die I drink and drive Will have you out here selling your snatch You met your match The day you got too attached With the [Hook] The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match [Verse 3: Pimp C] Pimp C trick we got the funk If you a baller in the south we in yo trunk If you bout it and you know it hoe then owe And You ain't ridin' in my Benz if you ain't smokin' If you a square type chick than get round Hop it up Pop that thing and touch the ground Now get crunk, get buck Get crunk, get buck And let me see you if you gon' give it up (give it up) Im Tryna' lead in your girl like Dirk Diggler ATL - [?] [?] High Caligula (Caligula) On ya job gurl I'll make you dissapear (Dissapear, uhh) And drop a three carrot diamond in my ear Now I'm daddy, (I'm daddy) Im daddy (I'm Daddy) Grippin' wood it feels good in the caddy Its '99 we ain't messin' with no rats Its time to put some real life pimpin' on the track And bring my money back trick Hold up UGK records know what I'm talkin' bout Smokin' something for the '99 hold up You need to get your mind on your money Get down bout your paper Down here we ain't makin' hip hop songs know what I'm sayin' We makin' country rap tunes, so uh separate us from the rest We grippin' grain down here