Chamillionaire: 2 MPH

(feat. Bun B, Paul Wall, Mistah F.A.B.)"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"[Bun B]Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the woodTops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin goodSwangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shininThe queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind meSo never you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindinMy pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindinMy pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm readyI'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair dayR.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK untilIt ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the realCause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dustWe got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bustIf you down for your hood, and you bangin that ScrewPut your sets in the sky, cause this one is for youKeep on keepin it true, fuck haters and againCause we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. X2]Leanin to the side, you cain't speed throughTwo miles per hour, so everybody sees youRidin by myself, with the pistol in the do'"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"[Mistah F.A.B.]Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kidTwenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig?Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wallJust showin off my grill made by Paul WallAlpine speakers in my grill on blastLike my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabsSeat laid back, you know how us pimps beKeep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp CA mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratchedRhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patchHaters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley catPrince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a CadillacSmoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of factF.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is atOakland down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats[Hook X2][Chamillionaire (Over Hook: Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with meAnd F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay meMugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they cain't get meTen vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that keyTake that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve onHit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves showVehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slowThey like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"[Paul Wall]I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin crookedMy Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookinI'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopinPeep the way a player move, take notes lil young-unI'm movin slow mo', leanin off a potent fo'Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do'You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doeGettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo'[Hook X2]"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"