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(feat. Pimp C) [Hook:] I hollered at Botany, Courtney came with the love We coming down mayn, blowing cuzin and bud - 3x We hollered at Botany, Courtney came with the love We hollered at Botany, Courtney came with the love [C-Note:] Got's to holler at Botany, cause they showed me love Plus they showed me how to get it, and they down to buzz Wasn't another crew around, that was touching us Wasn't another crew down, that can fuck with us Up early in the morning, and we hit the spot Can't wait till school out, then we hit the block Call us big shot niggaz, but we run from cops And boys won't stop, till we hit the top No mo' slanging rocks, now they on my wrist We was at Screw house, jotting down the list That's when I grabbed the mic, it went some'ing like this I told him I was the coldest, with the mic in my fist Then I kicked a freestyle, and then mean while We was thinking bout, all the money we gon pile Fresh out the dope game, up in the rap game We got the whole world, feeling Screwed Up mayn [Hook] [C-Note:] Now I told ya we gon do it, now we did it and we done it But you can't see me, with the diamond out woman On the Boulevard fronting, in some'ing brand new Got the rims big as Shaq, 26 on the shoe Boys roll candy red, boys roll candy blue I'll roll candy black, cause you know I keep it true Tattoo, say I represent them Clover boys Talk down, then you know we fucking over boys I'ma pop my roof, I'ma pop my trunk I'ma keep on smoking, on these baseball blunts Got that drank by the jug, got the dro by the pound Hear my Nextel chirp, cause we be town to town Got the K a hundred rounds, and we down to spit You can meet us in the street, keep talking that shit And I'm tired of boys hating, on the Screwed Up Click Thinking they did shit first, when we started this shit [Hook] [Pimp C:] Everyday a holiday, night times is bright Spent my last fifteen years, getting money with my mic Yeah it's UGK for life, I'm still riding with Bun Dirty money in my pocket, riding dirty with guns All hundreds no ones, up under my paper stack Got a Bentley and a Rolls, but I still love Lacs Purple in my sack, keep a magnum for they back Coming down on Willie D, Bush Bill and D-Act We all young ghetto boys, I rep the South Port Arthur Texas, the real trill ville no doubt Riding in a glass house, glad to see another day R.I.P. one time, for that H-A-W-K If your people locked up, you need to send em money Cause it's never too late, to stop acting funny My car candy red, I'm dripping period blood Gotta holla at Botany, them niggaz out here coming up [Hook] [talking:] Coming down, Third Coast mayn we in here Screwed Up Click representer, off top Pop that trunk, banging mayn swanging mayn

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