Show Out (skeemix) (ft. Juicy J, Riff Raff, Pimp C, Young Jeezy & T.i.)

[Hook: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Light green, northern lights, gettin' sucked into midnight
Blue Jag, white rag, candy car, kryptonite
I be pro and I keep these bitches hoeing
Want a date? Straight-up pimp
If you want some, you can find me in the H-Town
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
And bitch, my dick was never free
Didn't know if I wanted to rap or sell coke
'Cause niggas like me ain't never broke
I traded in my Pyrex for a shiny Rolex
The bitches want sex, but all I'm fuckin' with is checks
I'm smokin' out, pouring up, whippin' my DeVille
Took out the air bag, put in a wood wheel
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
[Verse 2: Riff Raff]
Captivate my style, captivate my heart
But I done swung the 'Lac like a work of art
The Mona Lisa right beside me while the blunts burn
I done went to sleep in Fiji, woke up sunburned
The lungs turnt and my breath 'cause a solar wind
My lawn chair is Versace with the coke grin
The gold grin, the cold lemon with the nice tan
A tan 10, baby oil left an ass print
My handprint, predicates and a pro, now
Oh shit, look who it is, the white Chris Brown
The night hour crocodile, flavoured sun dial
Hot sauce diamond chain looks like an ant pile
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I've got rocks in my watch, I've got mud in my Sprite
I'm ridin' low key, and I'm high as a kite
Juicy that nigga, you niggas gon' learn
This ice on my neck gave me freezer burn
I'm not goin' broke like MC Hammer
Still blowin' money like birthday candles
Your bitch in my whip and she's gone off the mollies
My eyes be Chinese and my doors know karate
Bitch, I'm so rich and you know what I like
Some drugs, couple of bitches that dyke
One of them hoes that I'm fuckin' just might be your wife
Take her then give her this pipe
Rollin' papers, we blazin' up
Take a chick out shopping, she wanna fuck
Wanna speak to me? You don't make enough
Get your money right, stop saving these sluts
Get single in a world tour
Fuck you mean? Press more cream
In a hotel, on the top floor
Gettin' more head than Orshi
Nigga feelin' like Rambo – got a fully automatic in my Lambo'
Rich nigga still country like a banjo
Shoot a nigga 'til i run out of ammo
And I've got an R&B; chick 'bout to get fucked silly
I'm trippy, she trippy, showtime, let's get it
White girls with a fat ass like...
Group sex on tour, every night a new city
In the club with my Louis bag
You know that bitch got dope in it
My credit card like Silkk The Shocker
Black card with no limit
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You know, all the time I'm on the grind
Sucker, better get fuck shit off your mind
The .45 gon' keep fuck boys in line
I run up on 'em, tell 'em “separate yours from mine”
They way behind and I'm way ahead
Ridin' with a bitch gettin' major head
She like: “Damn, homeboy, we ain't made it yet?”
I'm like: “Not if you ain't swallowed these babies yet”
Okay, everywhere that I go out
I'm walkin' in and I show out
And man, all the dough that I throw out
Is sure to turn these lil' hoes out
These bitches already knowin'
That everywhere that I'm goin'
I'm in a fast car that cost a quarter-mill
And I'm ridin' it like it's stolen
Hustle Gang, Gang Green, in God we trust
Anybody gettin' money is down with us”
“Fuck you” to the nigga who talkin' tough
But not because you turnt, 'cause you broke as fuck
That shit contained, and they probably hate
I shop at Neimans, you shop at Macy's
Yo J Dirty, I paid 30, for a one-way trip on a plane Thursday
Hope... ain't heard me, got cash in hand
50 grand all wrapped in elastic bands
Nigga wanna be the man, I'm past the man
Fuck with me, they will never see your ass again
I'll tie your ass to a rocket, to the moon you go
Like some sick shit I seen on a cartoon before
You can't hide nowhere my goon won't go
Turnt up last night, finna do it once more
[Outro: Young Jeezy]