CHORUSEX3] I KNO THAT YOU[LIKE THAT] BABY BOY [I LIKE DAT] LIKE THE WAY U DOING THAT SO SHAWTY TELL ME WHAT ULIKE [VERSE1] I KNO THAT U LIKE THAT
(I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I- twist that la, la, la, la
pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain'
know C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode Keep talking that shit, like you standin ten toe You don't know me nigga, you don't know me bro I'm up
knowing how I be banging And every sheet that I get All the heat I be packin; And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'
know. I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper
you where you breathe and then you feelin like Miami Heat [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got goosed Til I
low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I
my brother hostage, man [Savon] Fuck that!! [King James] I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand? I'm running this crew [Savon] And
, you're not hot, you're a burning match that means the end is near soon, copy that oh I see, they really got you gassed like I'mma think of the past
I get that 'Tron? Could I get that Remmy? Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks? Could I get
young enough to know better, but young enough to not care I get acting, might slap a bitch with my hair West coast, up top I bang that shit I fucked
glassy shit I hug the block like a quart of water Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter Till like deuce in the mornin', with the
Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, love drama Drop a buildin' like Osama, you vagina I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me like
she goes shaking that **** on the floor Bumpin' and grindin' that pole The way she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losing control, Bobby Creek I'm on
hey! There she goes shaking that ass on the floor Bumpin and grindin that pole The way she's grindin that pole I think I'm losing control hey hey Bobby
that boy with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you know we gone, goin real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping
