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Chad Lamont Butler (December 29, 1973 – December 4, 2007), better known by his stage name Pimp C, was an American rapper, singer, and producer. Pimp C was best known for his work with Bun B as a founding member of the Underground Kingz (UGK). more »

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2010

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High rollers, what's up? 
Drinks Houston, what's up? 
Onyx, what's up? 
You does it baby you does it baby 
Harlem nights, what's up? 
Treasures, what's up? 
Legends, what's up? 
Just love me baby just love me baby 
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins 
Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin' 
And after that I'm a throw that fuckin' "young money" up 
And we can both watch it fall like it's bungee jumpin' 
Man I'm so high, 
next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy 
Ooh, I almost forgot to blow the 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 honorary resident in U.G.K. town 
I'm on my way 
Yeah I'm on my way 
I never give a f*ck 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 

[Chorus] 
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 
Millionaire from nothin' 
Mind on hustlin' 
Pussy a commodity but a dick sell better 
Went from 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 Bentley four doors with Madrona on the door
Thats light wood nigga, Polo f*ck Hilfiger 
Jammin' Slim Thug, belly fulla of drugs 
Young hard nigga, underdog nigga 
Miller lights on the ground cause through the fall pussy nigga 
Yellow diamonds on my finger 
Playin' in the car 
My dick wanna f*ck but my pockets say stop 
Not 'cause they empty I'm just greedy for some mo' 
I need some mo' dough I'm a P.I.M.P. fo' sho' 

[Chorus] 

Well its the trill O.G. 
I got the neighborhood soul 
Kush is dead I'm gettin' blowed 
Ridin', bangin', gettin' throwed in the candy painted low 
Chrome grill in front of it 
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes runnin' shit 
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 don't but it would kill her 
I just keep on grippin' grains, drippin' stains 
Bein' trilla, ain't another brotha realer 
Blowin' thousand dollar killa 
With that Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila 
'Bout to snow up in my city 
So let me put on my chinchilla 
In the 'Rari doin' 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 cella' 
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? 
H-Town in this bitch 
What up? What up? 
H-Town in this bitch 
What up? What up? 
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city

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