Ugk - International Player's Anthem (I Choose You) (Remix) lyrics

Hypnotize Minds, UGK!

Three 6 Mafia, another classic baby

Put some South in your mouth

It's goin down, what!

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 Compressor

Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser

Trash like to fuck with $40 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 head

Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary

Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy

{"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh I choose you girl, yeah..."}

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 show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World (world) dapslyrics

And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl (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 pilin up the paper on the dinin room table

Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable)

We rock the freshest 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 your daddy get rich

Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3

Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B-U-N B

Cause what's a hoe 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 tryin to get chose

{"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh I choose you girl, yeah..."}

Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul, bitches chosen up

When they see I'm nice and like a slush, then they frozen up

Like my homie Project Pat we keep them cups raising up

Snizzle fizzay kiz-off in my dollar, gotta nose it up

I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker hoe

Before you doin it like meeee you's a thinker hoe

What you thinkin row? Need to get your money way up

UGK and Three 6 Mafia got your girl creamed up

I'm still trappin in hell, my pockets are swelled

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

A mack here gettin paid, ain't got time for jail

I paid off the judges, the jury, the sheriff

You know it's the truth, may never we'll fail

I'm still "Sippin' Syrup", slow motion like snails

{"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh I choose you girl, yeah...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I choose you baby..."}