[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom
Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter-
Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
(Sweet Jones)
My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We piling up the paper on the dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable)
We rocking Russian sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?
I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B
'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryna get chose
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 4: Big Boi]
Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick, or
Make my selection on who I choose to be wit', girl
Don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do, tippin' for life
That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule
Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella
'Cause it's gonna get wetter, better prepare ya for the C support
She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she don't
Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn't stop it
Slaughter-slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could
'Cause he payin' 20K a day, that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump
'Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump
Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up
Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up (shit)
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul, bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush, then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like me? You's a thinker ho
What you thinkin bro? Need to get your money way up
UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up
[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell
I'm out here gettin' paid, ain't got time for jail
I paid off the judges, the juries, the sheriff
You know it's the Juice-man, never will fail
I'm still sippin' syrup, slow motion like snails
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 7: Project Pat]
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad done chose up
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big booty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth man you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together
I'mma let her twerk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make her run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'mma let her go and be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick in the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'mma keep it real wit' cha
I'mma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'mma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby...
[Verse 8: Project Pat]
You fuckin' wit' my loot
When you late on yo' child support
She always give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Coulda been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'mma get a extra couple of g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah it's wild but this is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stay up off my game, and quit meddling
Peddlin' these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can kick the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's what she is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renegging
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life
All the ass I'mma grab it
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby...
[Verse 9: Chamillionaire]
Na you can't choose me know that they say that true playas get choose
And I am truly one of them boys that be ridin' on 4's
Na you can't use me any man couldn't touch me with a 10 foot pole
At night I'm usually on 84's gettin into my hustler mode
Explode on a hater stop actin like ya slow
Just act like you a psychic and start actin like ya know
I'm braided in the frow
She show up to the show
She show up with her patnas she show up to the ho-
Tell I'mma tell her to do her thing and go
Back, back, back, back like hawk and that bullet O
Remoteless type of vehicles, the key doesn't matter
You come with conversation we got heat for the chadder
At ease with the swagger
Won't see no one better
He way above the lames you know like he's on a ladder
Bun B gon' get at her, Pimp C gon' get at her
Cause it ain't really fun if the homies can not have her
Told me she got some paper, told me she got a man
Well how long you have that problem let me fix it cause I can
Have you headin towards Jamaica, Giuseppe's on the sand
And I'll let them other sucka's put that ring up on ya hand
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby...
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom
Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter-
Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
(Sweet Jones)
My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We piling up the paper on the dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable)
We rocking Russian sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?
I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B
'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryna get chose
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 4: Big Boi]
Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick, or
Make my selection on who I choose to be wit', girl
Don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do, tippin' for life
That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule
Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella
'Cause it's gonna get wetter, better prepare ya for the C support
She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she don't
Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn't stop it
Slaughter-slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could
'Cause he payin' 20K a day, that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump
'Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump
Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up
Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up (shit)
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul, bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush, then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat, we keep them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar, gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like me? You's a thinker ho
What you thinkin bro? Need to get your money way up
UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl trained up
[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr. Fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell
I'm out here gettin' paid, ain't got time for jail
I paid off the judges, the juries, the sheriff
You know it's the Juice-man, never will fail
I'm still sippin' syrup, slow motion like snails
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
[Verse 7: Project Pat]
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad done chose up
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big booty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth man you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together
I'mma let her twerk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make her run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'mma let her go and be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick in the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'mma keep it real wit' cha
I'mma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'mma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby...
[Verse 8: Project Pat]
You fuckin' wit' my loot
When you late on yo' child support
She always give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Coulda been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'mma get a extra couple of g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah it's wild but this is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stay up off my game, and quit meddling
Peddlin' these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can kick the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's what she is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renegging
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life
All the ass I'mma grab it
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby...
[Verse 9: Chamillionaire]
Na you can't choose me know that they say that true playas get choose
And I am truly one of them boys that be ridin' on 4's
Na you can't use me any man couldn't touch me with a 10 foot pole
At night I'm usually on 84's gettin into my hustler mode
Explode on a hater stop actin like ya slow
Just act like you a psychic and start actin like ya know
I'm braided in the frow
She show up to the show
She show up with her patnas she show up to the ho-
Tell I'mma tell her to do her thing and go
Back, back, back, back like hawk and that bullet O
Remoteless type of vehicles, the key doesn't matter
You come with conversation we got heat for the chadder
At ease with the swagger
Won't see no one better
He way above the lames you know like he's on a ladder
Bun B gon' get at her, Pimp C gon' get at her
Cause it ain't really fun if the homies can not have her
Told me she got some paper, told me she got a man
Well how long you have that problem let me fix it cause I can
Have you headin towards Jamaica, Giuseppe's on the sand
And I'll let them other sucka's put that ring up on ya hand
[Refrain]
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Ahh, I choose you baby...
( UGK )
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