"Smoking out, pouring up, keeping lean up in my cup/
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck/
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall/
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all/
If I wasn't rapping baby, I would still be riding Mercedes/
Chroming, shining, sipping daily, no rest until whitey pay me/
Uhhh, now what y'all know 'bout them Texas boys/
Coming down in candied toys, smoking weed and talking noise"

While Jay-Z and Bun B come correct with slick lines outlining their grand lifestyle ("Many chicks wanna put Jigga's fists in cuffs"), it's Pimp C's verse that everyone recites when this bouncy Timbaland-produced anthem comes on. From the appearance of his ride to his syrupy drink of choice, it embodied everything necessary to understand a Southern state of mind, capped off by a gruff delivery. His lyrics here were even used as an ambient backdrop for Kendrick Lamar's laid back cut, "Blow My High." Trill recognize trill. — Edwin Ortiz