Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ Big Sant Album: King Remembered In Time Song: How You Luv That Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Sheeeit~! I got the hook up, bitch! Whatcha know 'bout this? Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist I got the hook up, bitch! Whatcha know 'bout this? I put on my clique, hoes on my dick How you luv that? How you luv that? How you luv that? How you luv that? How you luv that? How you luv that? I got the hook up, bitch! Whatcha know 'bout this? [Big K.R.I.T.] Fuck whatcha heard, hoe! They know 'bout the Krizzle The Chevy on fo' Pirellis with the pole in the middle I break a hoe if she brittle, pimpin hot off the griddle Cluckin bustas freakin and fuckin for nothing So how you figure I was trickin off? Candy paint my Caddy frame, don't be ashamed to lick it off Hail Mary some game to a dame and you cain't pick it off Off the chain (HOO!) I cain't sic it off Time and time again I try and tell 'em lemme kick it off and BANG on it, put these lames on it It ain't Multi if ain't put my name on it Make that kinda track and put a train on it {*train horn blows*} Styrofoam, +Purple Rain+ on it Fresh up out the cleaners, my demeanor, not a stain on it Reign on it, put some chains on it, bet the game on it My woofer beat to the frequency that a bitch done came on it Pinky rang on it, chinchilla get hanged on the flo' I leave a bitch fiendin for some mo' [Chrous] [Big Sant] Yeah! B-iz-I, G Sant, beyotch! Young trill nigga, hoe you know just what I be 'bout Time to take off them t-tops, we on that, like banners Man hold up, my car older than yo' favorite rapper This that shit that they should capture on film Lights camera action, life Bitch my pimpin 1080p, without no satellite My niggaz ain't actin right, talkin 'bout who run the South They know it's us, they sick and ain't no Robitus' to help ‘em out I been official, big dawg in the yard Voted most likely to murder every verse that I start So as soon as I part, and I hop on that ride Better leave witcha bitch, 'fore I'm off in her mouth Cuz I'm a +Big Tymer+ rhymer, no co-signers around for you If I ain't make that clear let me break it down for ya They lame (yeah), we not (yeah), see us (yeah) on top (yeah) Alumni forever ever BITCH! They know I got the [Chorus]