Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (feat. OutKast)

So I typed a text to a girl I used to see
 Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
 And I apologize if this message gets you down
 Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
 And hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smilin'
 Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
 Peninsula maybe
 It makes no sense, I know crazy
 Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
 No lookin' back
 Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view 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 preemie out the womb
 My partner yellin' "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 chiroprac-tic
 If that bitch do you dirty
 We'll wipe her ass out in some detergent
 Now hurry hurry
 Go on to the altar
 I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp remember what I taught ya
 Keep your heart, three stacks, keep your heart
 Hey 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
 My bitch a choosy lover
 Never fuck without a rubber
 Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
 Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
 Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
 Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club
 Fuckin' up the game, bitch it gets no love
 She be cross country, givin' all that she got
 A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
 I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
 Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
 Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
 Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
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 Baby you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
 The grass is greener on that other side, if know what I mean
 I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World
 And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
 When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
 Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile
 We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' room table
 Cuz you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
 We rock the freshest 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 pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich
 Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
 Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B
 Cuz 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 tryin' to get chose
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 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 slippin' is somethin' I don't do, tippin' for life
 That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule
 Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella
 Cuz it's gonna get wetter
 Better prepare ya 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-slaughterin' them pockets"
 "Had to tie her to a rocket"
 Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could
 Cuz he payin' 20K a day, that bitch is eating good
 Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump
 Cuz you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump
 Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up
 Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up
 (Shit)