Pourin' Up Lyrics
| Song | Pourin' Up |
| Artist | Pimp C |
| Album | Pimpalation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Jones ... | |
| Smoke somethin, ************! | |
| A trademark (trademark), know what | |
| I'm talkin 'bout? | |
| Young Pimp... know what we doin? (Texas!) [Chorus: Pimp C] | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin ************ up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin ************ up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin ************ up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| I'm smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it [screwed] [Verse 1: Pimp C] | |
| Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin ******* outta candy thang | |
| Jammin Lil' | |
| Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause | |
| I'm a +Hot | |
| Boy+, gotta hot flame | |
| And my hoes pay me, just like | |
| Baby, that's the only way they can lay me | |
| ************z shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want | |
| Sweet Jones be pu************n daisies | |
| But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason | |
| I knock ya lady | |
| How you gon' pimp with'cha ************ up in her? | |
| I told the pimp | |
| God that you was a sinner | |
| You takin these ************ hoes out to dinner, the ************ chose me 'cause she want a winner | |
| I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender | |
| I used to be a young drug dealer, now | |
| I'm a young girl stealer | |
| I hit the streets like just like | |
| Steve Jackson, ************ say my name watch the priest reaction | |
| Sweet Jones or | |
| Sweet James? | |
| Switched my name and finger ****** the game | |
| The ************ fell off 'cause his raps are ************tty, plus a ************ need to move up out the city | |
| The game gritty but the ************ pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty | |
| Ya heard me right, | |
| I play with' what | |
| I knows Wear platinum piece and with' the | |
| Gucci clothes | |
| Paid my dues, | |
| I ain't came to lose, | |
| I wear Marvin | |
| Blackman tennis shoes | |
| In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor with' my candy ' | |
| Lac [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mike Jones] | |
| Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang | |
| Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang | |
| Candy paint what | |
| I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what | |
| I'm tippin on | |
| Momo wood grain | |
| I'm grippin on, grippin on | |
| I said! Candy paint what | |
| I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what | |
| I'm tippin on | |
| Momo wood grain | |
| I'm grippin on, codeine in cup | |
| I'm sippin on | |
| I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left and right then | |
| I turn up the bang | |
| I'm a say it for those who don't know my name, know my name | |
| They call me | |
| Mike Jones and | |
| I blew up quick, | |
| Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists? | |
| I sit on buck in that candy 6, and | |
| I keep that thing real handy ************! | |
| I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard ************ and bubble gum! | |
| I said! I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard ************ and bubble gum! | |
| I said! I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard ************ and bubble gum! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] | |
| When I pull the slab out and hit the block, with' them 4's and vogues they clankin out | |
| When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock | |
| With' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back | |
| Don't disrespect or call this a | |
| Cadi, maybe this more than just a ' | |
| Lac Some like it white but | |
| I'm a go to green, purple dro up in the swisha | |
| Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us | |
| We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later | |
| Down with' that you understand the | |
| G Code and if you don't then you'se hater | |
| Insult, I can't roll with'cha, it ain't how | |
| I do it man | |
| I'm from Texas, | |
| P.A. to be exact where we screw it man [screwed] | |
| U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down | |
| Bring them trill ************z to ya hood and shut ya ************t down | |
| Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league | |
| Tryna keep up with' the trill, you just might die of fatigue | |
| You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight | |
| Not like them boys up out that | |
| Lone Star state so get it straight | |
| We be... [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Jones ... | |
| Smoke somethin, ! | |
| A trademark trademark, know what | |
| I' m talkin ' bout? | |
| Young Pimp... know what we doin? Texas! Chorus: Pimp C | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| I' m smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my uh! hood we call it screwed Verse 1: Pimp C | |
| Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin outta candy thang | |
| Jammin Lil' | |
| Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, ' cause | |
| I' m a Hot | |
| Boy, gotta hot flame | |
| And my hoes pay me, just like | |
| Baby, that' s the only way they can lay me | |
| z shoot slugs but they ain' t graze me, they want | |
| Sweet Jones be pu n daisies | |
| But you slow and lazy, you can' t fade me, that' s the reason | |
| I knock ya lady | |
| How you gon' pimp with' cha up in her? | |
| I told the pimp | |
| God that you was a sinner | |
| You takin these hoes out to dinner, the chose me ' cause she want a winner | |
| I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you' se pretender | |
| I used to be a young drug dealer, now | |
| I' m a young girl stealer | |
| I hit the streets like just like | |
| Steve Jackson, say my name watch the priest reaction | |
| Sweet Jones or | |
| Sweet James? | |
| Switched my name and finger the game | |
| The fell off ' cause his raps are tty, plus a need to move up out the city | |
| The game gritty but the pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty | |
| Ya heard me right, | |
| I play with' what | |
| I knows Wear platinum piece and with' the | |
| Gucci clothes | |
| Paid my dues, | |
| I ain' t came to lose, | |
| I wear Marvin | |
| Blackman tennis shoes | |
| In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor with' my candy ' | |
| Lac Chorus Verse 2: Mike Jones | |
| Uh! I' m comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang | |
| Drop the top in the parking lot so y' all can see where the deserts swang | |
| Candy paint what | |
| I' m flippin on, 84' s and vogues what | |
| I' m tippin on | |
| Momo wood grain | |
| I' m grippin on, grippin on | |
| I said! Candy paint what | |
| I' m flippin on, 84' s and vogues what | |
| I' m tippin on | |
| Momo wood grain | |
| I' m grippin on, codeine in cup | |
| I' m sippin on | |
| I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left and right then | |
| I turn up the bang | |
| I' m a say it for those who don' t know my name, know my name | |
| They call me | |
| Mike Jones and | |
| I blew up quick, | |
| Ice Age the name you can' t tell by the wrists? | |
| I sit on buck in that candy 6, and | |
| I keep that thing real handy ! | |
| I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave ' em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don' t got no love for ' em but hard and bubble gum! | |
| I said! I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave ' em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don' t got no love for ' em but hard and bubble gum! | |
| I said! I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave ' em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don' t got no love for ' em but hard and bubble gum! Chorus Verse 3: Bun B | |
| When I pull the slab out and hit the block, with' them 4' s and vogues they clankin out | |
| When they trunks pop, drop the top, don' t be surprised you can go in shock | |
| With' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back | |
| Don' t disrespect or call this a | |
| Cadi, maybe this more than just a ' | |
| Lac Some like it white but | |
| I' m a go to green, purple dro up in the swisha | |
| Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it' s hard to miss us | |
| We " G" so don' t dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later | |
| Down with' that you understand the | |
| G Code and if you don' t then you' se hater | |
| Insult, I can' t roll with' cha, it ain' t how | |
| I do it man | |
| I' m from Texas, | |
| P. A. to be exact where we screw it man screwed | |
| U. G. K. for life is the family, that' s how we get down | |
| Bring them trill z to ya hood and shut ya t down | |
| Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league | |
| Tryna keep up with' the trill, you just might die of fatigue | |
| You can' t carry the load, you can' t handle the weight | |
| Not like them boys up out that | |
| Lone Star state so get it straight | |
| We be... Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Jones ... | |
| Smoke somethin, ! | |
| A trademark trademark, know what | |
| I' m talkin ' bout? | |
| Young Pimp... know what we doin? Texas! Chorus: Pimp C | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck | |
| I' m smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup | |
| All my cars got leather and wood, in my uh! hood we call it screwed Verse 1: Pimp C | |
| Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin outta candy thang | |
| Jammin Lil' | |
| Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, ' cause | |
| I' m a Hot | |
| Boy, gotta hot flame | |
| And my hoes pay me, just like | |
| Baby, that' s the only way they can lay me | |
| z shoot slugs but they ain' t graze me, they want | |
| Sweet Jones be pu n daisies | |
| But you slow and lazy, you can' t fade me, that' s the reason | |
| I knock ya lady | |
| How you gon' pimp with' cha up in her? | |
| I told the pimp | |
| God that you was a sinner | |
| You takin these hoes out to dinner, the chose me ' cause she want a winner | |
| I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you' se pretender | |
| I used to be a young drug dealer, now | |
| I' m a young girl stealer | |
| I hit the streets like just like | |
| Steve Jackson, say my name watch the priest reaction | |
| Sweet Jones or | |
| Sweet James? | |
| Switched my name and finger the game | |
| The fell off ' cause his raps are tty, plus a need to move up out the city | |
| The game gritty but the pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty | |
| Ya heard me right, | |
| I play with' what | |
| I knows Wear platinum piece and with' the | |
| Gucci clothes | |
| Paid my dues, | |
| I ain' t came to lose, | |
| I wear Marvin | |
| Blackman tennis shoes | |
| In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor with' my candy ' | |
| Lac Chorus Verse 2: Mike Jones | |
| Uh! I' m comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang | |
| Drop the top in the parking lot so y' all can see where the deserts swang | |
| Candy paint what | |
| I' m flippin on, 84' s and vogues what | |
| I' m tippin on | |
| Momo wood grain | |
| I' m grippin on, grippin on | |
| I said! Candy paint what | |
| I' m flippin on, 84' s and vogues what | |
| I' m tippin on | |
| Momo wood grain | |
| I' m grippin on, codeine in cup | |
| I' m sippin on | |
| I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left and right then | |
| I turn up the bang | |
| I' m a say it for those who don' t know my name, know my name | |
| They call me | |
| Mike Jones and | |
| I blew up quick, | |
| Ice Age the name you can' t tell by the wrists? | |
| I sit on buck in that candy 6, and | |
| I keep that thing real handy ! | |
| I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave ' em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don' t got no love for ' em but hard and bubble gum! | |
| I said! I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave ' em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don' t got no love for ' em but hard and bubble gum! | |
| I said! I keep it trill like | |
| Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave ' em on the run ' | |
| Cause I don' t got no love for ' em but hard and bubble gum! Chorus Verse 3: Bun B | |
| When I pull the slab out and hit the block, with' them 4' s and vogues they clankin out | |
| When they trunks pop, drop the top, don' t be surprised you can go in shock | |
| With' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back | |
| Don' t disrespect or call this a | |
| Cadi, maybe this more than just a ' | |
| Lac Some like it white but | |
| I' m a go to green, purple dro up in the swisha | |
| Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it' s hard to miss us | |
| We " G" so don' t dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later | |
| Down with' that you understand the | |
| G Code and if you don' t then you' se hater | |
| Insult, I can' t roll with' cha, it ain' t how | |
| I do it man | |
| I' m from Texas, | |
| P. A. to be exact where we screw it man screwed | |
| U. G. K. for life is the family, that' s how we get down | |
| Bring them trill z to ya hood and shut ya t down | |
| Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league | |
| Tryna keep up with' the trill, you just might die of fatigue | |
| You can' t carry the load, you can' t handle the weight | |
| Not like them boys up out that | |
| Lone Star state so get it straight | |
| We be... Chorus |
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