Pimp C, Bun B, Mike Jones - Pourin’ Up lyrics
[Pimp C, Bun B, Mike Jones - Pourin’ Up lyrics]
Smoke somethin', bitch a trademark
(trademark) , know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp know what we doin'? (Texas)
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Sellin' cocaine outta candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, got a trunk of
Bang, cause I'm a hot boy, got a hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby
That's the only way they can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me
They want Sweet Jones be pushin' daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me
That's the reason I knock your lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her?
I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin these square hoes out to dinner
The bitch chose me cause she want a winner
I mix a ho head up like
A blender, ho need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer
Now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the 3 just like Steve Jackson nigga
Say my name watch ya bitch reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James?
Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off cause his
Raps are shitty plus
A nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty
Lemme snort some white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, we play with our nose
Wear platinum piece and with
The Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose
I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time
Mink coat to match the mink on
The floor in my candy 'Lac
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
Uh I'm comin' out in that candy thang
8 carats in my pinky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so
Y'all can see butter guts and swangs
Candy paint what I'm flippin on
84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on
84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo wood grain I'm grippin on
Codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train
Swangin left to right then I turn up the bang
I'mma say it for those who
Don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick
Ice Age the name you can't
Tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that candy 6
And I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun
Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em
But hard dick and bubble gum
I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun
Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em
But hard dick and bubble gum
I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun
Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em
But hard dick and bubble gum
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
When I pull the slab out and hit the block
With them 4's and vogues they clankin' out
When they trunks pop, drop the top
Don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, candy paint
Belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi
Maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Some like the white but I'ma roll the green
Purple dro up in the swisha
Chromey lady sittin on the grill
Wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so don't dismiss us
Been here before gon' be here later
Down with that you understand the G Code
And if you don't then you'se hater
If so, I can't roll wit'cha
It ain't how I do it man i'm from Texas
PA to be exact where we screw it man
UGK for life is the family
That's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood
And shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down
You outta ya league
Tryna keep up wit' the trill
You just might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load
You can't handle the weight
Not like them boys up out that Lone
Star state so get it straight we be
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
(trademark) , know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp know what we doin'? (Texas)
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes
Sellin' cocaine outta candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, got a trunk of
Bang, cause I'm a hot boy, got a hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby
That's the only way they can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me
They want Sweet Jones be pushin' daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me
That's the reason I knock your lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her?
I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin these square hoes out to dinner
The bitch chose me cause she want a winner
I mix a ho head up like
A blender, ho need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer
Now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the 3 just like Steve Jackson nigga
Say my name watch ya bitch reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James?
Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off cause his
Raps are shitty plus
A nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty
Lemme snort some white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, we play with our nose
Wear platinum piece and with
The Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose
I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time
Mink coat to match the mink on
The floor in my candy 'Lac
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
Uh I'm comin' out in that candy thang
8 carats in my pinky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so
Y'all can see butter guts and swangs
Candy paint what I'm flippin on
84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on
84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo wood grain I'm grippin on
Codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train
Swangin left to right then I turn up the bang
I'mma say it for those who
Don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick
Ice Age the name you can't
Tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that candy 6
And I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun
Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em
But hard dick and bubble gum
I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun
Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em
But hard dick and bubble gum
I said I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun
Do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em
But hard dick and bubble gum
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it
When I pull the slab out and hit the block
With them 4's and vogues they clankin' out
When they trunks pop, drop the top
Don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, candy paint
Belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi
Maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Some like the white but I'ma roll the green
Purple dro up in the swisha
Chromey lady sittin on the grill
Wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so don't dismiss us
Been here before gon' be here later
Down with that you understand the G Code
And if you don't then you'se hater
If so, I can't roll wit'cha
It ain't how I do it man i'm from Texas
PA to be exact where we screw it man
UGK for life is the family
That's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood
And shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down
You outta ya league
Tryna keep up wit' the trill
You just might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load
You can't handle the weight
Not like them boys up out that Lone
Star state so get it straight we be
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my
(uh) hood we call it