Juicy J - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Hypnotize Minds, UGK! Three 6 Mafia, another cla**ic baby Put some South in your mouth It's goin down, what! [Pimp C] Sweet Jones My b**h a choosy lover, never f** 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 f** for $40 in the club f**in up the game, b**h ya 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 head Some hoes wanna choose but them b**hes too scary Your b**h chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy {"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh I choose you girl, yeah..."} [Bun B] Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team The gra** is greener on that other side if you know what I mean I show you sh** you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World (world) And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl (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 pilin up the paper on the dinin room table Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable) We rock the freshest sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar sh** up on my back? I'm a million dollar mac that need a billion dollar b**h Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with UGK, 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 tryin to get chose {"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh I choose you girl, yeah..."} [DJ Paul] Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul, b**hes 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 meeee? Youse a thinker ho What you thinkin bro? Need to get your money way up UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up [Juicy J] I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale I don't f** 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 {"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh I choose you girl, yeah... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I choose you baby..."}