Juicy J - Show Out (Remix) Lyrics
feat. Pimp C & T.I.[Hook x4: Young Jeezy]Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out[Verse 1: Pimp C]Light green, northern lights, gettin' sucked into midnightBlue Jag, white Range, candy car, kryptoniteI be pro and I keep these *****es hoeingWant a date? Straight-up pimpIf you want some, you can find me in the H-TownBobby by the pound, Whitney by the keyAnd *****, my dick was never freeDidn't know if I wanted to rap or sell cokeCause niggas like me ain't never brokeI traded in my Pyrex for a shiny RolexThe *****es want sex, but all I'm *****in' with is checksI'm smokin' out, pouring up, whippin' my DeVilleTook out the air bag, put in a wood wheel[Hook][Verse 2: Juicy J]I've got rocks in my watch, I've got mud in my SpriteI'm ridin' low key, and I'm high as a kiteJuicy that nigga, you niggas gon' learnThis ice on my neck gave me freezer burnI'm not goin' broke like MC HammerStill blowin' money like birthday candlesYour ***** in my whip and she's gone off the molliesMy eyes be Chinese and my doors know karate*****, I'm so rich and you know what I likeSome drugs, couple of *****es that dykeOne of them hoes that I'm *****in' just might be your wifeTake her then give her this pipeRollin' papers, we blazin' upTake a chick out shopping, she wanna *****Wanna speak to me? You don't make enoughGet your money right, stop saving these slutsGet single in a world tour***** you mean? Press more creamIn a hotel, on the top floorGettin' more head than OrshiNigga feelin' like Rambo - got a fully automatic in my Lambo'Rich nigga still country like a banjoShoot a nigga 'til i run out of ammoAnd I've got an R&B chick 'bout to get *****ed sillyI'm trippy, she trippy, showtime, let's get itWhite girls with a fat ass like...Group sex on tour, every night a new cityIn the club with my Louis bagYou know that ***** got dope in itMy credit card like Silkk The ShockerBlack card with no limit[Hook][Verse 3: T.I.]You know, all the time I'm on the grindSucker, better get ***** shit off your mindThe .45 gon' keep ***** boys in lineI run up on 'em, tell 'em "separate yours from mine"They way behind and I'm way aheadRidin' with a ***** gettin' major headShe like: "Damn, homeboy, we ain't made it yet?"I'm like: "Not if you ain't swallowed these babies yet"Okay, everywhere that I go outI'm walkin' in and I show outAnd man, all the dough that I throw outIs sure to turn these lil' hoes outThese *****es already knowin'That everywhere that I'm goin'I'm in a fast car that cost a quarter-millAnd I'm ridin' it like it's stolenHustle Gang, Gang Green, in God we trustAnybody gettin' money is down with us""***** you" to the nigga who talkin' toughBut not because you turnt, cause you broke as *****That shit contained, and they probably hateI shop at Neimans, you shop at Macy'sYo J Dirty, I paid 30, for a one-way trip on a plane ThursdayHope... ain't heard me, got cash in hand50 grand all wrapped in elastic bandsNigga wanna be the man, I'm past the man***** with me, they will never see your ass againI'll turn your ass to a rocket, to the moon you goLike some sick shit I seen on a cartoon beforeYou can't hide nowhere my goon won't goTurnt up last night, finna do it once more[Outro: Young Jeezy]Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
