Pimp C - True Story lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] b**h! True story little b**h Trademark Smoke somethin', b**h! [Verse 1: Pimp C] Drop Seven in the pot, hit it with the soda Now I got what them Cali boys call A-1 Yola The south is circles and Atlanta is squares You lyin' 'bout the prices, it ain't seventeen up there I'm down with Young Buck and Buck down with Pimp C But ain't nobody got 'em for ten in no damn Tennessee It might be twenty-seven or it might be twenty three Dog and Biz use to come and get 'em for sixteen from me They had two n***as that would drive the sh** back And they were servin' T, I took his b**h and his 'Lac His j**elry and his money and his 5.0 She had a baby from Priest, but that's still my hoe She was translating Spanish with the Mexican Tryna get a better price, T got f**ed in the end She a square now, Dog and Biz both dead And p**y n***a T got locked in the Feds That was his Ferrari in the in the Juvie video The b**h k**ed Dog cause he was f**in' his hoe Same time, T was f**in' Dog wife Shot him from the back, T a b**h for life So if you see me in the streets, b**h, better keep steppin' Cause even on parole, I'm ice cold with the weapon So R.I.P. to Big Dog and his mother But at least before he died he k**ed your p**y a** brother [Hook: XVII] Aye look, you n***as ain't real You lyin' on your records You f**in' with the trill So n***a come check us lil' b**h A true story lil' b**h True story lil' b**h A true story lil' b**h Hol' Up! (X2) [Verse 2: XVII] Aye look they call me Young Rayful, I keep that white b**h So drop it in a pot, p**y n***a get rich The 'Lac sittin' pretty, all black chrome lid I keep it occupied by a bad yellow b**h She stay out on the stroll tryna get daddy rich A couple pink booties entered with the b**h I done lost everything that I own but my dick The music ain't nothin', so I had to push bricks So I hit the f**in' slab for the 16.5 f** scorin' at the crib cause that sh** to high Bad b**h, fake titties push 'em home in the ride Pop a Xanax pill, two cars behind Aye look my nerves f**ed up I just spent 82.5 If she get pulled over n***a, then I might as well die But I'm a make it home n***a, set that b**h on fire For every 36 b**h I'm making 72 [Hook: XVII] Aye look, you n***as ain't real You lyin' on your records You f**in' with the trill So n***a come check us lil' b**h A true story lil' b**h True story lil' b**h A true story lil' b**h Hol' Up! (X2) [Verse 3: XVII] They say I'm just like a pimp