Pinky Ring Lyrics - Ridin' Dirty - Ugk

(feat. Chad Butler, Kristi Floyd) 

[Intro:] 

You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean 

Fly women and fancy thangs, fly bitches and pinky rangs 

[Chorus:] 

You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean 

Fly women and fancy thangs, fly bitches and pinky rangs 

You ain't never seeeeeeeeeeeen 

A pimp that's rollin this clean, oh yeahhhhh 

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[Pimp C:] 

You ain't never met a nigga like Pimp C hoe 

'Fore you come into my room take off your shit at the do' 

If you comin to my hotel then you came to fuck 

And if you fuckin with a Pimp then bitch your game is up 

If your bitch get mad when you play this talk 

Put her ass out on the highway, make that bitch walk 

I ain't make this shit, fuck this shit old 

You need to stop treatin these bitches like ladies 

and these nice ladies like hoes 

Standin on the front row, man this hoe a trip 

She done opened up her legs and let me scope the pussy lips 

Later on tonight, I'ma get behind her 

I hope this bitch don't act like Pimp C care for no vagina 

[Chorus] 

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[Bun B:] 

Well you can catch me shoppin, checkin out the hoes boppin 

Choppin up game to keep 'em lap hoppin 

Pop in to the {?} show-stoppin 

Proppin up a wheel and maybe ass droppin 

Breakin haters off can't be mistaken for fakin 

Fools are the ones left shakin, flakin 

Marijuana deals with Jamaicans 

Bakin up the powder to a fat cake an' 

Mashin from the scene almost crashin, flashin 

Cop lights keep a player dashin 

Cash-in, on the crack course, paper stashin 

With a passion for high-priced fashion 

My dang clothes and my eighty-fo's clanky 

God thank ye, motherfuckers actin cranky 

Stanky, attitudes be janky 

I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky 

[Intro + Chorus] 

[Bun B:] 

Think I ain't heavy strokin, you must be jokin 

Tokin, on some shit I don't even be smokin 

That coke and, marijuana got yo' ass loc'n 

Croakin, sleepin motherfuckers 'til they woken 

I'm still crunk at five in the mornin' 

Why yo' ass yawnin? I'm flowin 'til the crack of dawn an' 

Laughin as ya pawn ya posessions 

Yes it's been worldwide tested 

Showin off my diamond investments 

[Pimp C:] 

A bitch, ain't shit to a pimp 

A twenty ounce steak and some fried side of shrimp 

A 600 S's, now the 6 drop 

Everything I ride original no kits on them chops 

18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires 

When I ride by all them bitches get they pussy all on fire 

Bitches say I highside, hoe it ain't no thang 

Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp the pinky rang 

[Intro + Chorus: x2 with ad lib talking over] 

[Outro: UGK] 

Whassup Rick, yeah, hold up hold up 

What's up Greek, whassup 

Goodie Mob, Organized Noise, Geto Boys knahmtalkinbout 

OutKast, you know Atlanta in the house 

Jackson in the house and Memphis in the house 

New Orleans in the house, hold up 

Man I'm comin down like that, comin down like that 

Comin down like this, I'm comin down like this 

Comin down like that, comin down like that, hold up, hold up 

Huh, hollerin at the Boys off Botany (the Boys off Botany) 

Dem boys off Scott, dem boys on the Scott 

Hollerin at the boys, hold up man, hold up 

Talkin 'bout the South, talkin 'bout Screw 

Talkin 'bout the North, I'm talkin 'bout the North 

Talkin 'bout the East, I'm talkin 'bout the West 

Talkin 'bout the West... [fades out]