Pimp C - Show Out (Remix) lyrics

[Hook x4: Young Jeezy] Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out [Verse 1: Pimp C] Light green, northern lights, gettin' s**ed into midnight Blue Jag, white Range, candy car, kryptonite I be proin', I keep these b**hes hoeing Want a date? Straight-up pimp If you want some, you can find me in the H-Town Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the ki And b**h, my dick was never free Didn't know if I wanted to rap or sell coke Cause n***as like me ain't never broke I traded in my Pyrex for a shiny Rolex The b**hes want s**, but all I'm f**in' with is checks I'm smokin' out, pouring up, whippin' my DeVille Took out the air bag, put in a wood wheel [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] I've got rocks in my watch, I've got mud in my Sprite I'm ridin' low key, and I'm high as a kite Juicy that n***a, you n***as gon' learn This ice on my neck gave me freezer burn I'm not goin' broke like MC Hammer Still blowin' money like birthday candles Your b**h in my whip and she's gone off the mollies My eyes be Chinese and my doors know karate b**h, I'm so rich and you know what I like Some d**, couple of b**hes that dyke One of them hoes that I'm f**in' just might be your wife Take her then give her this pipe, rollin' papers, we blazin' up Take a chick out shopping, she wanna f** Wanna speak to me? You don't make enough Get your money right, stop saving these s*uts Hit single and a world tour, f** you mean? That's more cream In a hotel, on the top floor gettin' more head than oil sheen n***a feelin' like Rambo, got a fully automatic in my Lambo' Rich n***a still country like a banjo Shoot a n***a 'til i run out of ammo And I've got an R&B chick 'bout to get f**ed silly I'm trippy, she trippy, showtime, let's get it White girls with a a** fat like skinnies Group s** on tour, every night a new city In the club with my Louis bag You know that b**h got dope in it My credit card like Silkk The Shocker Black card with no limit [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] You know, all the time I'm on the grind s**er, better get f** sh** off your mind The .45 gon' keep f** boys in line I run up on 'em, tell 'em "separate yours from mine" They way behind and I'm way ahead Ridin' with a b**h gettin' major head She like: "Damn, homeboy, we ain't made it yet?" I'm like: "Not if you ain't swallowed these babies yet" Okay, everywhere that I go out, I'm walkin' in and I show out And man, all the dough that I throw out Is sure to turn these lil' hoes out These b**hes already knowin' that everywhere that I'm goin' I'm in a fast car that cost a quarter-mill And I'm ridin' it like it's stolen Hustle Gang, gangrene, in God we trust Anybody gettin' money is down with us "f** you" to the n***a who was talkin' tough But not because you talkin', cause you broke as f** That sh** contagious, they probably hatin' I shop at Neimans, you shop at Macy's Yo J's dirty, I paid 30 For a one-way trip on a plane Thursday Hope lames heard me, got cash in hand 50 grand all wrapped in elastic bands n***a wanna be the man, I'm past the man f** with me, they will never see your a** again I'll turn your a** to a rocket, to the moon you go Like some sh** that you done seen on cartoons before You can't hide nowhere my goons won't go Turnt up last night, finna do it once more, aye [Outro: Young Jeezy] Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out