Use Me Up

I got a girl and she treat me fine

But the homies all think that I'm losin my mind

I'm trippin and I know it cause I'm all nerved up

Cause everytime I go to sleep, I see this big ol' butt

See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars

But she treat me so good that she be drivin my car

And everyday it get better, I cain't lie

Went to the house and she made me some hot potato pie

All my friends be sayin, "She ain't nothin but a scrub"

But she make me feel high like I'm, hooked on drugs

So I give her what she need, and what's done is done

But I'm a special kind of fool but aiyyo it don't bother me none

I cain't help myself, I know that I'm trippin

But she got it goin on like Kentucky Fried Chicken

So everytime she ask me for my, credit card

You know she get it cause ya know that...

(Chill, C) I know, G

I used to be the playa, now I'm gettin pimped

I used to be hard, now I'm livin aw'lll limp

Why I let her play me? You cain't understand!

So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...

[Chorus: Bill Withers sampled from "Use Me Up"]

I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news

That if it feels this good gettin used

Oh, you can just keep usin me...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up.

[Pimp C:]

I been to the mountain top, and down to the valley low

Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL ain't find no finer hoe

Not much no finer girl, but one that treat me so sweet

Rub my back, when I'm so' and cook me somethin good to eat

She worked me so hard 'til I, hurt my back

So I'm passin out them duckets and them, croka sacks

And everybody wonderin why I smile all day

All the girls wanna know why I won't give 'em the play

My ol' girl called me, axe me why I wanna dis her

I told her cause her lovin ain't better than her sister

I cain't get enough, the bad got me stuck

I give her all my money and she always do me up

Bun say I'm trippin out, and Byrd say I'm trippin, too

But this time I just cain't LISTEN to my whole crew

Cause back in the day, I vowed to never change my pimp game

But '92 came around, and thangs go in-sane

I gotta get my thang back on track

But the mo' I try to stay away, the mo' I comes back

Why I let her play me? You cain't understand!

So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...

[Chorus 2: Bill Withers sampled from "Use Me Up"]

I-yi-yi-yi-I, said brother, if you only knew

You'd wish that you were in my shoes

You just keep usin me...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up...

Until you use me up.

I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news

That if it feels this good gettin used

Oh, you can just keep usin me...

Until you use me up...

[Pimp C:]

To sum it all up, I'm breakin ALL my rules

Cause she got me droppin off her little brother to school

I be gettin bills, and stubs from checks

I work all day, just to spend it on sex

But all that really matters is I'm happy, dude

And I be happy long as I get good soul food

UGK sayin peace out, and plenty of luck

And she could keep usin Pimp C - uh, just a use me up!

[Outro: Bill Withers (Pimp C)]

Ah-hah well oh, BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)

BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)

[singing continues til end]