Pimp C - Havin' Thangs '06 lyrics

(Intro: Pimp C) Huh... had to bring it back for the muthaf**in 2006 It's goin down b**h! (fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs) Y'all remember that sh**? (remember that sh**?) Talkin 'bout? (Just another young playa havin thangs man...) Check this sh** out... uh! (Pimp C) It's really goin down in the God damn South Young girls poppin p**y with them golds in their mouth Young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut Never fallin in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut (strut!) Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns (horns!) Sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn (corn!) I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end my n***a The underdog, young hog, f** the pen my n***a! But this a waste of bodies (bodies!), a waste of time (time!) A waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind (mind!) You ain't really tough 'cause you been dying little fool Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool I rather grip off grain (grain!), get head in the lane (lane!) You can have them hoes' bodies, I'm possessing they brains (possessing they brains!) Comin up on 'em in a wide body frame Hoe can't even pronounce the name, I'm out here havin thangs! (Chorus) - repeat 2X Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs (swangin thangs) Just another young playa having thangs man... (out here havin thangs) (Big Mike) (Yeah! Big Mike y'all! Yeah!) From CD sales to jail cells From diamonds that shine to eatin slop straight up off a chow line From walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine From bein free, to bein confined From bein loved, to bein despised, many times I cried For not allowin that bullsh** to slide It was a pill that I couldn't swallow – loaded the strap with the hollows After takin to the head a whole bottle I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences 'Til I served damn near 4 years behind the fences All my folk were like, "Big Mike, you trippin" "Get it together," if I could I woulda done somethin different Uh! From G-walkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers Day after day, sweatin 'em out in them cages Patiently waiting on the day when I can.. get back at it Work that magic, collect that cabbage, I gotsta have it (Chorus) - repeat 2X