- Song Name: Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
- Artist Name: UGK
- Album: Underground Kingz
- Songwriters: Bernard James Freeman, Chad L Butler, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Willie M Hutchison
- Release Date: 2007.08.07
LYRICS FOR "Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)"
So I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see
And hate to see y'all frown
Wetness all around me
Peninsula maybe
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
I'm so like a pimp
Would not burn me on my bum when I shoot the moon
High jump the broom like a pre-me out the womb
My partner yellin'
Reconsider
You sure? F*** it
You know we got your back like chiropractic
If that b**** do you dirty
Now hurry
I know you ain't a pimp
Keep your heart
Hey keep your heart
Man
Play your part
My b**** a choosin' lover
Never in the sheets
Money on the dresser
Top notch hoe's get the most
Trash like to f*** with $40 in the club
F*****' up the game
She be cross country
A thousand a pop
I smashed up the gray one
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
Some hoe's wanna choose but them b****** too scary
Your b**** chose me
Oh
Baby you been rollin' solo
The grass is greener on that other side
I show you s*** you never seen
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl
Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile
We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' room table
'Cuz you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rock the freshest sable
What I look like with some thousand dollar s*** up on my back
I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar b****
Put my pimpin' in your life
Easy as A
Get down with UGK
'Cuz what's a hoe with no pimp? And what's a pimp with no hoe's?
Don't be a lame
We tryin' to get chose
Oh
Eeny meeny decisions with precision I pick or
Make my selection on who I choose to be wit' girl
Don't touch my projection
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do
That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule
Let me tell you
'Cuz it's gonna get wetter
She supposed to spend in on that baby but we see she don't
Ask
Slaughter
Send her in to outer space
'Cuz he payin' 20K a day
Like an infant on a double D t****
'Cuz you miscalculated the next to the
Dump
Better choose the right one or pick
Oh
I choose you
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