UGK — Intl Players Anthem Ultramix

[Verse 1: Andre 3000] So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin' Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night So the light from thе sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon! Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter- Ature 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 ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya: Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part, play your part" [Verse 2: Pimp C] (Sweet Jones) 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, givin' all that she got A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 3: Bun B] Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean I'll 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 When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile) We piling up the paper on the dining room table 'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable) We rocking Russian sable, keep that 'chilla 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 pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B 'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes? Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryna get chose [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 4: Big Boi] Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick, or Make my selection on who I choose to be wit', girl Don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin' is somethin' I don't do, tippin' for life That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella 'Cause it's gonna get wetter, better prepare ya for the C support She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she don't Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn't stop it Slaughter-slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could 'Cause he payin' 20K a day, that bitch is eating good Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump 'Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up (shit) [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 5: DJ Paul] 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 Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up I dial 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 [Verse 6: Juicy J] I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale I don't fuck around with snitches who tell Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell I'm out here gettin' 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 sippin' syrup, slow motion like snails [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 7: Project Pat] Don't you get mad at me cause your broad done chose up Glad to see the truck when I pull up Gon' pop the lock big booty hoppin' in now Dark skin, gold teeth man you know we in now I know that's your baby momma I know that it hurts some You know when we get together I'mma let her twerk some Let her hit the blunt some No time of the month some Pull out a condom Then I make her run some Freaky as she wanna be I'mma let her go and be She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me Backseat action riverside relaxin' Flick in the DVD that ass I'm waxin' I'mma keep it real wit' cha I'mma let her deal wit' cha I don't fight over hoes I'mma let the steel hit cha All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby... [Verse 8: Project Pat] You fuckin' wit' my loot When you late on yo' child support She always give me half of that on my car note Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade Coulda been the king of heart mane baby got me paid First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile I'mma get a extra couple of g's claimin' yo' child Yeah it's wild but this is the world that we living in Don't get hot, stay up off my game, and quit meddling Peddlin' these weed sacks Nigga give me feedback I don't need no stems dog You can kick the seeds back Always been a hustla That's what she is diggin' Do just like I tell her to And wit' no renegging Her lips and my brain We can go a long way On her arm my name Got that for her birthday I say that's the only way I gotta have it Branded for life All the ass I'mma grab it [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby... [Verse 9: Chamillionaire] Na you can't choose me know that they say that true playas get choose And I am truly one of them boys that be ridin' on 4's Na you can't use me any man couldn't touch me with a 10 foot pole At night I'm usually on 84's gettin into my hustler mode Explode on a hater stop actin like ya slow Just act like you a psychic and start actin like ya know I'm braided in the frow She show up to the show She show up with her patnas she show up to the ho- Tell I'mma tell her to do her thing and go Back, back, back, back like hawk and that bullet O Remoteless type of vehicles, the key doesn't matter You come with conversation we got heat for the chadder At ease with the swagger Won't see no one better He way above the lames you know like he's on a ladder Bun B gon' get at her, Pimp C gon' get at her Cause it ain't really fun if the homies can not have her Told me she got some paper, told me she got a man Well how long you have that problem let me fix it cause I can Have you headin towards Jamaica, Giuseppe's on the sand And I'll let them other sucka's put that ring up on ya hand [Refrain] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby...