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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joshua Lopez
Guitar
N.O. Joe
Programming
Bun B
Vocals
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Avery Harris
Songwriter
Joseph Johnson
Songwriter
Wesley Harris III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AVEREXX
Producer
Pimp C
Executive Producer
N.O. Joe
Mixing Engineer
Doug Fenske
Assistant Engineer
Bob Brown
Mixing Engineer
Bun B
Executive Producer
Cory Mo
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
J. Prince
Executive Producer
Mike Moe
Recording Engineer
Paul Gregory
Mixing Engineer
Phillip Ramos
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone
It's been a long time since I busted on a Glock
But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man, I pull up in your city and get my Bush on (what is that?)
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key (key)
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee (tee)
And we don't bar no plexes
We way bigger than other men though (men though)
The diamond deuces on tinted windows
We in the wind yo (wind yo)
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow (wind blow)
That's the corner we been Joe (been Joe)
Don't know where you been bro
But it's no quiz with me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders (what?), leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it (damn), sit back and scope it (huh)
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything 'bout to pump it
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk
Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution
Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American dream, bitch
Man, I'm a middle finger figure (figure) on a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher (bacher)
With a whippin' in the kitchen pitchin'
Ya-yo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), we the trillest on the mound
I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us
We the realest walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin' but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep (oh)
Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? (Yup) we gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans (huh), ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Writer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Johnson, Avery Divelle Harris
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