UGK, Chamillionaire, Project Pat, Three 6 Mafia, OutKast - Int'l Players Anthem Ultramix lyrics

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"

(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

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah

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

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah

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)

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah

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

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

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah

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

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby

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

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby

Nah you can't choose me
Know that they say that true playas get chose
And I am truly one of them
Boys that be ridin' on 4's
Nah you can't use me
And your man couldn't touch me
With a 10 foot pole
At night I'm usually on 84's
Getting into my hustler mode
Explode on a hater, stop acting 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-
Telly, I'ma tell her to do her thing and go
Back, back, back
Back like Hawk and that boy Lil O'
Remoteless type of vehicles
The key doesn't matter
You come with conversation
We got heat for the chatter
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 cannot 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 headed towards Jamaica
Giuseppe's on the sand
And I'll let them other sucka's put
That ring off on ya hand

Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby