What Up - Pimp C

High rollers what’s up

Dreams Houston what’s up

Onyx what’s up

You does it baby you does it baby

Harlem Knights what’s up

Treasures what’s up

Legends what’s up

Just love me baby just love me baby

Yeeeeeah

To all my Houston Texas country muffins

Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin

And after that I’mma throw that fucking young money up

And we can both watch and fall like it’s bungee jumping

Man I’m so high, next time we won’t smoke all of that ounce you buy

Oooh, I almost forgot to blow them candles out

Cause I don’t really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire

Goodnight, I’m still up, I told my girl to lay down

I see the bottle is full, I’m bout to drink it way down

What up Bun my nigga

Man you know we stay down

And I’m an honoray resident in UGK town

I’m on my way

Yeah Im on my way

I never give a fuck about what any nigga say

The music all slow and the bitches all pretty

Me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing

What up, what up

H Town in this bitch

What up, what up

Me and Pimp about to do it for the city

What up, what up

What up, what up

Money by the Ton

Bricks from Crumbs

Millionnaire from nothing

Mind on hustlin

Pussy’s a commodity but dick sell better

Em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater

Paint that got wetter than it was in 94

The drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled

96 Impala with the stick on the floor

Now its Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors

Light wood nigga Polo fuck Hilfiger

Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs

Young hard nigga, underdog nigga

Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati)

Yellow diamonds on my finger

Playing in the car

My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop

I need some more dough I’ma PIMP for sure

What up, what up

H Town in this bitch

What up, what up

Me and Pimp about to do it for the city

What up, what up

What up, what up

Well its the Trill OG

I got the neighbourhood soul

Kush is dead Im getting blowed

Riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low

Chrome grill in front of it

Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes running it

And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover

Don’t care what anybody say long as the King love her

Wish I could tell her that I dont but it would kill her

I just keep on gripping grains dripping stains

Being trilla ain’t another brother realer

Blowing thousand dollar killer

With the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila

Bout to snow up in my city

So let me put on my chincilla

In the ‘rari doing donuts like my name was J Dilla

All about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer

Keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cellar

Your girl up in the second automatics for the fella’s

You see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us

What up, what up

H Town in this bitch

What up, what up

Me and Pimp about to do it for the city

What up, what up

What up, what up