Letra de International players de U.G.K.Letras de Canciones

Letra 'International players'

[Pimp C]
Uh...hol up (hol up)
For all them niggas out there ridin candy
Know what I m talkin about?
Uh...Uh...Blowin on somethin sweet, (uh)
Goin down (goin down)
Hol up (hol up)....uh
Check it..

[Pimp C]
Boys kickin back, layin in the shade
Ain t nobody trippin cause the money already made
The 90s was for jackin , 2000 for the ballers:
The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
If you sellin big cheese, keep pushin , my nigga
Polo horses on my bed - fuck Hilfiger
I m Pimp C, bitch, in the ghetto I m a star
I made this for the niggas tryin ta chop in they cars...cars...cars..

Chorus: (Pimp C)
Could I, Would I, Should I break em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would I, Should I break em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would I, Should I break em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades
Could I, Would I, Should I break em?
Uh...I wanna chop blades

[Bun B]
Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin yo block up
Without pickin my Glock up, I m raisin my stock up
I got haters on lock-up...boy, they slangin rock up
And bangin Makaveli 7, crankin my Pac up
Now, ain t no stoppin when the tops start droppin
Hearin Fat Pat rappin , your hat back capin
In a black Lac mackin wit a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin , steady choppin on blades...blades...blades..

Chorus: (x4)

[Pimp C]
It s time to hit the slab
Benz sittin low
I m puffin on the dro, I got the pistol in the do
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon drop
I just can t stop...bleedin my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private-ass stock
They put it in they mouth and never say no
Some nut-suckin hoes, I mean some dick-suckin pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like E-40: Pimpin in a major way
It s all for the money
She tryin ta stay paid
She steady breakin niggas on them shiny-ass thangs
I m deep up in the street
I m tryin to fill my nuts
And later on I ma try to skeet it on her butt...her butt..

Chorus: (x4)

[Bun B]
Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean
Shinin through a dim scene
Got yo bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin out the Caddy, bitch, I m fresher than Dentyne
Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco
From Philly to Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo
You better get some Blades if you still ridin this ho
Boys puttin Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fittin ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D s
I ain t hatin on Daytons, but it s 2000, nigga please
It s all about the candy paint, it s all about the Vogues
It s all about the slab, baby, it s all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros: some real and some fraud;
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as J s sell, and them boppin hoes slut
I ll be ridin chromin blades, steady choppin hoes up...hoes
up...hoes up..

Chorus: (x16)

[Bun B]
Yeah...dedicated to boys choppin on chromin thangs
Damn blades, know what I m sayin ?
Boys choppin in the ???
Choppin in that 4th
Choppin in the 5th
Acres Home
Southside MLK
Southwest ???
Club ???
Boys choppin on blades in P.A
Up and down Gulf Way
On the Westside
Eastside
Boys choppin in D-town
In that Oakcliff
In that North Dallas
Boys choppin all over this damn South
Boys even be choppin up in New York
Know what I m sayin ? And that L.A.