Butta Cookies lyrics

[Produced by KC On Tha Track]

[Intro]
This dedicated to all ya'll pus*y ass n*ggas, absolutely
Devilish ass n*ggas, can ya see me b*tch?

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I keep syrup in my cup, sitting on the buck
Coming through on these b*tches, couldn't give a f*ck
You a hater, I'm a playboy
Coming down banging noise
Always in stereo, blowin' on the dro
You talking flight uh, I'm drinking purple sprite
I'm gripping grain uh, I'm showing piece and chain
Uh, cause n*gga it's good over evil b*tch, uh
You can't knock me off cause I'm getting rich, uh
And all the haters wanna see ya stop
They wanna see you wreck ya Benz, don't wanna see ya chop, uh
But I bought the new one off the lot b*tch
Uh, and I got the screens, I just gotta hit the switch

[Hook]
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
[Verse 2]
You see me in the club, you check my voice, uh
You know this richer stallion pus*y moist, uh
So pay up and get some good head, uh
And f*ck Schumacher and f*ck the feds, uh
Cause I know they want to see me roll down, uh
But I just keep coming through in H-Town
Cause that's my city, run the whole thing and nothing but
I keep it grinding, put the record out, and pimp the sl*t
I make 'em shake their butt
Got them n*ggas on the cut
These other b*tch ass n*ggas standing around, they in a rut
While I was coming up, you talking 36
I'm getting 55, puttin' a whip on the brick

[Hook]
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae
Rude boy shuffle, keep it reggae