Pimp C - Bump and Grill lyrics

(Pimp C) I gotta come down, I got a bangin trunk So when I come through you feel the slab just bump Them n***as sipin syrup and them b**hes on that gin Man hit that sweet one time for Smoke-D locked down in that pen I'm blowin out the window, you know I'm rollin gla** I'm bumpin that Screw, that t-a-t, that boy actin a a** Cause down in Texas n***a, we got our own stores We got the baddest b**hes and we roll the freshest cars I flip to New Orleans by you clask I'm on the scene Got dress improvement steam I step out that b**h so clean I poured out some liquor on the street for that fool Todd He was a trill a** n***a never came at me prod Man I was talkin to Playa G just the other night He told me about this n***a that was talkin about me shife Fool n***a this UGK Bun and C we run the streets And tell your b**h a** brother he can't f** with my beats So if you wanna be bangin n***a the good sh** don't come cheap I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a G Cause fool this ain't no game n***a all about my change I'm comin baby Fleetwood swangin on them thangs (Chorus 4x) I gotta come down I gotta stay real I gotta break them boys off bumper and grill (Bun B) Now tell me what it's all about in the south Big gold grill in you mouth Much leather inside yo car, on yo back, in yo house Sit in a n***a's ride the seats feel like a couch Big keys in my pouch b**h if it hurt say ouch Now if I look like a south don't try to cap You know a n***a like me be ridin dirty with big dope up in his lap Oh, but when I'm shinin b**h I'm blazin Hoes shrivlin up like raisins talkin bout it so amazin How big Bun be rollin through Texas with s**y hoes keepin they wig done Bustas bite the big one From dis to dip this swisher houses Let's flip from that maker maker to that after hours on Scott They always drinkin trip mixed with crush 75 or 4 Make a n***a wanna fuss, but I can't Cause I need the rush of codeine so I can lean I prop a pill Cause I'm trill to the bone Crushin with that crome Chorus (N.O. Joe) What's up bruh this N.O. Joe representin gumbo Funk in you trunk that got yo ears wide open like you dumb ho I'm livin larger than most a coast to coast slipper That ice-bowl sipper that's never known to be a set tripper Too many diamonds for you to try to look at directly Haters don't check me they respect me A pistol packin, no shank, shiny grill, full tank Checkin out these bustas thinkin they real when they ain't Y'all call me mister foreign I'm comin down at navy porscha Either way I'mma be a highway scorcher, blunt torcher I'm catchin out doin 120 on the tallway the whole way Turnin the corners that I once hung out I got the boppers strung out Walkin around with they tounge out Naw, I stay behind the wheel grinnin Burnin 500 dollar rubber, 5000 dollar rim spinnin Chorus 7x