UGK - Pinky Ring lyrics

[Intro] You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean Fly women and fancy thangs, fly b**hes and pinky rangs [Chorus] You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean Fly women and fancy thangs, fly b**hes and pinky rangs You ain't never seeeeeeeeeeeen A pimp that's rollin this clean, oh yeahhhhh [Pimp C] You ain't never met a n***a like Pimp C hoe 'Fore you come into my room take off your sh** at the do' If you comin to my hotel then you came to f** And if you f**in with a Pimp then b**h your game is up If your b**h get mad when you play this talk Put her a** out on the highway, make that b**h walk I ain't make this sh**, f** this sh** old You need to stop treatin these b**hes like ladies and these nice ladies like hoes Standin on the front row, man this hoe a trip She done opened up her legs and let me scope the p**y lips Later on tonight, I'ma get behind her I hope this b**h don't act like Pimp C care for no vagina [Chorus] [Bun B] Well you can catch me shoppin, checkin out the hoes boppin Choppin up game to keep 'em lap hoppin Pop in to the {?} show-stoppin Proppin up a wheel and maybe a** droppin Breakin haters off can't be mistaken for fakin Fools are the ones left shakin, flakin Marijuana deals with Jamaicans Bakin up the powder to a fat cake an' Mashin from the scene almost crashin, flashin Cop lights keep a player dashin Cash-in, on the crack course, paper stashin With a pa**ion for high-priced fashion My dank and clothes and my eighty-fo's clanky God thank ye, motherf**ers actin cranky Stanky, attitudes be janky I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky [Intro] + [Chorus] [Bun B] Think I ain't heavy strokin, you must be jokin Tokin, on some sh** I don't even be smokin That coke and, marijuana got yo' a** loc'n Croakin, sleepin motherf**ers 'til they woken I'm still crunk at five in the mornin' Why yo' a** yawnin? I'm flowin 'til the crack of dawn an' Laughin as ya pawn ya posessions Yes it's been worldwide tested Showin off my diamond investments [Pimp C] A b**h, ain't sh** to a pimp A twenty ounce steak and some fried side of shrimp A 600 S's, now the 6 drop Everything I ride original no kits on them chops 18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires When I ride by all them b**hes get they p**y all on fire b**hes say I highside, hoe it ain't no thang Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp the pinky rang Talkin' bout Houston. I mean Twoston. [Intro] + [Chorus] - 2X (with ad lib talking over) [Outro - UGK] Wha**up Rick, yeah, hold up hold up What's up Greek, wha**up Goodie Mob, Organized Noise, Geto Boys knahmtalkinbout OutKast, you know Atlanta in the house Jackson in the house and Memphis in the house New Orleans in the house, hold up Man I'm comin down like that, comin down like that Comin down like this, I'm comin down like this Comin down like that, comin down like that, hold up, hold up Huh, hollerin at the Boys off Botany (the Boys off Botany) Dem boys off Scott, dem boys on the Scott Hollerin at the boys, hold up man, hold up Talkin 'bout the South, talkin 'bout Screw Talkin 'bout the North, I'm talkin 'bout the North Talkin 'bout the East, I'm talkin 'bout the West Talkin 'bout the West... {*fades out*}