Hiside lyrics

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UGK


(Pimp C talking)
Uh no love
Now check this out
b*tches be gettin offended when uh they hear the word b*tch
Well maybe that's cause they b*tches
Know what I'm talkin bout

(Pimp C)
Stankin b*tches say I hiside
Cause I pass by
Don't smoke my f*ckin weed wit em
Don't let em sit on my plush crush
Three times gold, I'm a pimp ass n*gga
So like a ball is how I roll
And I don't be paradin with them b*tches in the street
Ho is you payin me?
Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit me
b*tch I'm a pimp cause that's the way you b*tches force me to be
You say you broke well b*tch you need to stop f*cking for free
So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time
Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind
Thinkin you got game
Well b*tch game is my middle name
Suckin on thangs, f*ckin for fame
But b*tch you plain Jane
Straight up and down
I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown
When she know that I know that she done f*cked the whole town
And that I know that she a freak
b*tches say we hiside cause we pass and don't speak
Don't speak, don't speak

b*tches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak
I know they wanna freak (3x)

b*tches say we hiside cause we pass by

(Bun B)
Sometimes there be a lot of sh*t I wanna do
But won't do, if I gotta do sh*t in front of you
Oh b*tch don't act like you ain't nosy
I know exactly how you hoes be
Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me
But what I need a broke b*tch for?
And how the f*ck I look walkin around scratchin yo itch ho?
No keep them crabs keep that c*ck in that case
Cause b*tch a pus*y ain't nothin but my hand wit a face
And any b*tch can take another b*tch place
Now ain't that a foul taste
And it wasn't a f*ck it was a waste of my mutherf*ckin time
I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime
These b*tches now a days out of they rabbit ass mind
Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine
I told em I heard it through the grapevine
You ain't nothin but a freak
So now b*tches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak
Chorus

(Pimp C)
See b*tches in P.A
Get mad when they see a young n*gga
Full of that chronic havin it his way
But them hoes got us f*cked up
The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his di*k on swoll
Trickin all my people bank roll
I peep that sh*t, I read my Bible at home
Cause I ain't payin for that n*gga's wrong
It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B
Wit 4 million two drop top gold royces
Now we smokin somethin
Them b*tches tried to set us up, but we
Butt-f*ck the D.A, f*ck the judge, and f*ck the P.A.P.D
I already gotta deal with the rednecks
And ho ass n*ggas in this rap game comin with that complex
But b*tch this ain't no f*ckin contest
And if it was we won
I'm a trill n*gga live my life by the gun
I love smokin swisher sweets
Uh, now f*ck them b*tches that say we hiside
Cause we pass by and don't speak

(Pimp C talking and the chorus fades until the end)
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