UGK - Belts To Match lyrics

[Hook] The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match [Verse 1: Bun B] Oh Yes its Bun B with no applause ? like Jaws The bu*ton, the zipper, the squeeze, I ain't got no flaws You know you got what [?] pause Up in the ladies room, gettin' it ya'll pause Caravan, Benz Cadillac and minivans Pull the cut up, steady waddup Ain't no time to nut up [?] Cause I let em shut up Say babe raise that [?] up Get that face down, jazz up I can't pa** up, AC Brother gla** up why I blast up Just in case you ga**ed up [?] to you its all down from here Get from round from here, Morris Creek Far as I'm concerned, you need to get from round here Used to [?] man I'm known to raise the century Givin' industry enemies infantries infinite injuries instantly If its meant to be, these hoes pretend to be Ain't no sympathy, baby sit back relax you finna see [Hook] The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match [Verse 2: Pimp C] I'm flippin' and grippin' In this game ain't trippin' Candy paint on my double O', stars keep drippin' Fifth wheel bumpin a grill, slightly tinted windshields With a solid gold [?] cause you know I'm trill Drop scene sippin' lean, ranchers in my cup Hit the scene down [?] young playa with big bucks You can tell that I'm a pimp by the way that I walk You can tell I'm a player by the way that I talk You know I'm super fly by the car that I drive And you know I don't love broads, I'm hollerin' pimp or die I drink and drive and ask you why you sellin' your snatch You met your match the day you got too attached with the [Hook] The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match The piece the chain, the gangsta hats The alligator shoes with the belts to match [Verse 3: Pimp C] Pimp C drippin' got the [?] If you a baller in the south we in yo trunk - You ain't ridin' in my Benz if you ain't smokin' If you a square type chick than get round Pop that thing and touch the ground Now get crunk, get buck, and let me see it if you gon' give it up Tryna' lean in your girl like Dirk Diggler ATL [?] You on your job connected [?] dissapear And three carrot diamonds in my ear Now I'm daddy, I'm daddy Grippin' wood it feels good in the caddy Its '99 we ain't messin' with no rats Its time to put some real life pimpin' on the track And bring my money back trick hold up UGK records know what I'm talkin' bout Smokin' something for the '99 hold up You need to get your mind on your money Get down bout your paper Down here we ain't makin' hip hop songs know what I'm sayin' We makin' country rap tunes, so uh separate us from the rest We grippin' grain down here