Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) [feat. Outkast]

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see

Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be

And I apologize if this message gets you down

Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see, see 'round town, and

Hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smiling

Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island

Peninsula maybe, makes no sense, I know, crazy

Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back

Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors

They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped

I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night

So the light from the sun, would not burn me on my bum

When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom

Like a premie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon, don't do it!"

Reconsider, read some liter-ature on the subject

You sure? Fuck it

You know we got your back like chiro-prac-tic

If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out, as in detergent

Now hurry, hurry, go on to the alter

I know you ain't a pimp, but, pimp, remember what I taught you

Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart

Aye, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart

Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart

Play your part, play your part

Sweet Jones

My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber

Never in the sheets, like it on the top of the cover

Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor

Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser

Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club

Fucking up the game, bitch, it gets no love

She be cross country giving all that she got

A thousand a pop, I'm pulling Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

Some hoes wanna choose, but them bitches too scary

Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy

Oh, oh, I choose you, girl, yeah

Baby, you been rolling solo, time to get down with the team

The grass is greener on that other side, if you know what I mean

I'll show you shit you've never seen, the seven wonders of the world (World)

And I could make you the eighth, if you wanna be my girl (Girl)

When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style

Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile (Stalker, mile)

We piling up the paper on the dining room table

'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (Fable)

We rocking precious sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack

What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?

I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch

Put my pimping in your life, watch your daddy get rich

Easy as A-B-C, simple as one, two, three

Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B

'Cause what's a ho with no pimp? And what's a pimp with no hoes?

Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes

We tryna get chose

Oh, oh, I choose you girl

Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick

Or make my selection on who I choose to be with

Girl, don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip

But slipping is something I don't do, tipping for life

That's like making it rain, every month, on schedule

Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella 'cause it's gonna get wetter

Better prepare you for the C support

She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she don't

Ask, ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn't stop me

Slaughter, slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket

Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could

'Cause he paying twenty K a day, that bitch is eating good

Like an infant on a double-D titty, just getting plump

'Cause he miscalculated the next to the, the last pump

Dump, dump in the gut, raw from the giddy-up

Better choose the right one, or pick, pick the kiddies up

Oh, oh, I choose you, girl

I, I choose you, baby