2 MPH

Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'[Bun B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped,
Im lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and
Fingers behind me
So never you mind me,
Im just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that
Im readyIll die for my family dog but
Ill kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro,
UGK untilIt aint no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, thats from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake niggas asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that
ScrewPut your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we dont play the game to say we play, we play to win[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you caint speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you
Ridin 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
Im still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Paul WallAlpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in
Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up
Bun B, rest inpeace
Pimp CA mill on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we havent scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters 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 cat
Prince of the coast brought
Cali back, just threw some
Ds on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where
F.A.B. is at, from the
Bay to the
South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to
Houston, only rollin with them savage cats[Hook X2][Chamillionaire (Over Hook: Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]
Its gon be,
F-A-C, T to the
Feds gon mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector
G, bring em all cause they caint get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice,
Ill get that key
Take that jet out to
West, lets swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip , gon strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like 'Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes'[Paul Wall]
Im leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
Im beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
Im movin slow mo, leanin off a potent fo
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do
You know Im just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper,
I need mo[Hook X2]'Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo