U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007) by U.G.K. (보컬) on maniadb.com

Know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like we always do about this time, bitch

I got candy in my cup, candy in my car
Candy on my wrist, candy on my car
Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin'
Man I feel so awkward when I ain't got no barre to spliff

I keep a whole sip, a whole clip
In case these pussy niggas wanna trip
Fly high boy, high fly boy
'Fore I fly high, lookin' at them jackers in their eye

I remember when a rapper was a go getta
Now all these rappers is some hoe niggas
Hide behind the guards at the show nigga
Don't want no pussy, homosexual, on the low nigga

That's y'all, I'm from the old school
Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short Dog, the real Short Dog
Who see me drapin' drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha

Fuck niggas bumpin' gums, real niggas be bumpin' screw
So don't get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you
I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin' but ready rockers
That's down for pistol play, on boy's that's steady knockers

Got boppers that's steady jockin', goofy niggas in my ear
Bitch, I'ma self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here
Weak niggas wanna plead their case, just to raise up out my face
I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the taste

You MySpacin' and Facebookin'
Playin' games with them toys
I'm in the streets where gangstas meet
While you're on line with them boys

So step your game up, build your name up
Quit your talkin' and quit your doin'
All that plannin' and contemplatin'
When the fuck you gon' start pursuin'?

Cars ain't drivin' themselves, mansions ain't buildin' themselves
They waitin' for Annie Mae and they need to stop feelin' themselves
They wealth ain't comin' until they earn it
But that somethin' they won't know 'til they learn it, while burnin'

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha

I'ma tell you pussy niggas once again
Ain't had no friends since I left the pen
It's some niggas I respect in the rap game
But it's some niggas that I better not hear sayin' my fuckin' name

You say I love a stripper, pullin' down my zipper
That hoe was payin' me, bitch don't try to play with me
You runnin' from the fight, hidin' bitch, I stay with it
You gotta problem with me, go to Li'l J with it

This is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun
Three little G's is stayin' hard, you comin' limp simply son
They want it, we can give 'em some, probably not what they wanna see
Trill ass niggas certified, ain't never been no wannabe

Has been's, never was, past due, outdated
Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it
You talkin' down but we comin' up as well as comin' down
So Pimp sum it up baby

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha

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'd every girl
that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown
but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me true
but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe
makes no sense I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat
thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped
with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip
Im glad its 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 premie out the womb
My partner yellin
Too soon Dont do it Reconsider
Read some litera
ture 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 as in detergent
Now hurry hurry
go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp
remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Aye keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Man these girls is smart
3 stacks these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey 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 the fuck for
40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game
bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin
all that she got
A thousand a pop
Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one
bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking
lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose
but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me
you aint a pimp you a fairy

I choose you girl
Baby you been rollin solo
time to get down with the team
Because its greener
on that other side
if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit
you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th
if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl
I don't mean my woman
that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker
to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper
on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize
I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable
keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with
some thousand dollar shit
up on my back
Im a million dollar mack
need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life
watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C
simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK Pimp C
B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp
and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame
you know the game
and how it goes
We tryin to get jones
I choose you girl
Eni mini decisions
with precision I pick
Or make my selection on
who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection
I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something
I dont do
tippin for life
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella
cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the
see pole
She supposed to spend it on
that baby but we see she dont
Ask ask Paul McCartney
the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter
of them pockets
had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space
I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day
that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D
bitch is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated
the next to the last bump
Dump dump in the gut
walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right
one or pick pick the kitties up

I chose you girl
I chose you baby

(feat. Outkast)

[Andre 3000 with chorus in back saying "I choose you babe!"]

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'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its 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 premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture 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 as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"

[Pimp C:]
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey 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 the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin all that she got
A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

[Chorus:]
Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl

[Bun B:]
Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team
Because its greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back
Im a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryin to get jones

[Chorus:]
OOOooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl

[Big Boi:]
Eni mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!)
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the see-saw pole
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont
[Chopped & Screwed]
Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good
Like an infant on a double D b**** is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump
[Chopped & Screwed]
Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick pick the kitties up

[Chorus:]
Ooooohhhhh Ooooooohhh
I chose you girl

IIIIiiii
I chose you baby

[Chorus x2: Pimp C]
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

[Pimp C:]
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I "roll a lot of stones"
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone
It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
but every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped (chopped)
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
but now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin wood and flippin chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on (what is that?)
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops, and get my push on (huh)
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key (key)
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee (tee)
And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though (men though)
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo (wind yo)
We "Chevro way" the wind blow (wind blow), that's the corner we been Joe (been Joe)
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good to go, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders (what?), leavin your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin that woodler, bud it (damn), sit back and scope it (huh)
Pay attention to Prince and pushin everything about to pump it

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]
Uh! I done smashed up my flyin spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk
Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin with that Smoke D, Bundy, and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin off of prostitution
Pimpin ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch!

[Bun B:]
Man I'm a middle finger figure (figure), a million dollar mission
Poppin like Orville Redenbacher (bacher), with a whippin in the kitchen (kitchen)
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), we the trillest
On the mound, I'm holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us
We the realest walkin the planet, can't stand it
Pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin, wanna kill us
Blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin back a couple hundred brothers deep (oh!)
Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? (yeah) We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans (huh), ain't nobody better than
gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

[Chorus]

Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo'
I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro
We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low
And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'?

Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch
It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit
Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks
Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk

We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread
And we ain't never gon' have no problems
Long as she hear what the fuck I said
Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side
Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights

I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop
I'm Pimp see bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy
Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy
100 percent, real Bun be I represent
Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent

Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me
So I eat all I want, my reputation precedes me
If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy
'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy

Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome
You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam

So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?
Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal
Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

I'm Pimp see bitch, I'm from the South
This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about
'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow
In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause

Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law
I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er
On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker
Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her

From the land of cheap work and steady licks
With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks
We grind to eat and eat to live
This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

With 36 hoes to the ki'
And ten kilos grams in the sack
And 15 sacks up in the trunk
Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack

It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow
The King Committee is now in session
Today's agenda, get that dough
'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin'

No second guessin', make your mind up
Step your grind up and get that pay
Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast
If you wanna roll with that UGK

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Honor respect, valor and nuts
You best to come with all fo', when you come up against us
You can scream, yell, cuss, catch a bit of throw tantrum
It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em

No Phantom, slabs and 4's
Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab your hoes
Trying to sip some'ing too, so nigga pass the purp'
We 'bout to beat your avenue, getting cash and work

It's been a long time, long grind long mash
Now it's long shine, long pine long cash
Tapping ash, out the Cadillac window
While I'm tapping ass, leaning back smoking some endo

Ain't no need to pretend hoe, you know what the real
You know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around, with that underground

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

It was 1984, I heard Run rapping 'bout
Larry Laugh Caddy, wanting to break a bitch cot
22 years later and the block belong to me
Underground Kingz for life, young Pimp C

Put my first record out, at the age of 16
Rapping 'bout moving work, candy painted symphony
We was the first niggaz, talking 'bout wood wheel
Made up the word, that's why I'm so trill

Now everybody, wanna bite my swagger
Roll like a stone, like my name Mick Jagger
Say it befo', had to tell you hoes again
Run a drum machine, like my name Roger Men

Write the rhyme do the beat, the hook and the mix
Records don't sell, I'm back to selling bricks
I went gold, but never sold my soul to bang
And bitch I'll hit you with that thang, I'm a underground kingz

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Cross the line, nigga push my button
And you gon' die in the very spot, that you thought you wasn't
And you gon' look in the eyes of the man
You thought you were better than
T R I double L, that's with capital letters man

The Pimp and the Bun, Bobby U.N. and J.R.
Big Dick Cheney, and Tony Snow you know who they are
We the best than the rest, getting head for the showers
Fucking cowards get out the way, 'cause the rap game's ours

Y'all niggaz, better reco'
That you ain't gotta like me, but you gon' respect me hoe
17 years, I been rapping with that Bun
Fuck the fame want the change, it's been fun

The up's and the down's, the crying and the smiling
Fuck what you heard, UGK is a island
Away from you niggaz, but we still solid land
Sharks swimming in the water, put your nuts in the sand pussy nigga

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

[Chorus: Pimp C]
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game - uhh~!

[Pimp C:]
I wonder if it's a heaven for all the drug dealers
For all the hot boys, strippers and the thug niggaz
Uhh - my wife you can say a nigga drank too
She ain't bad, she what you doin what the paper do
I wonder if they got a spot for all the Tupacs
Dawgs in pens and the boys with the weed spots
I keep a pistol on me cause these niggaz got 'em too
Run up on me nigga I'm gon' do what I gotta do
(If lovin Screw is wrong, I don't wanna be right)
Sippin art and smokin Lite Brite
The preacher talkin 'bout us in the pulpit
Behind closed doors he be on some day shit
I'm out here in the streets this ain't no place to play bitch
Show some weakness come up better catch a case bitch
I wanna change, but this the wrong time
I wanna stop, but these niggaz is harder now

[Chorus x2]

[Bun B:]
Late at night, when I'm layin off in the bed
Countin bread, some crazy shit be goin through my head
I be wonderin 'bout this life that I live (that I live)
Aiyyo God got some better shit he can give (he can give)
I wonder if it's a better place for the innocent kids
In the ghetto they gotta suffer for shit that they ain't did
By no fault of they own, goin through struggles and strife
Havin to deal with a fucked up life (that's cold)
I know they thinkin nobody knows, or nobody cares
Why can't nobody see the shit, when everybody stares
Man we losin the children, we losin the youth
Cause you motherfuckers won't tell 'em the truth
So they runnin 'round unprepared, and uninformed
It's understood that's why the hood is dumpin on 'em
We gotta show 'em it's a better way (F'REAL) at any cost
Cause they the future if we don't save 'em then we already lost mayne

[Chorus x2]

[Pimp C:]
I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen

[Bun B:]
Got me wonderin if it's a heaven for them d-boys
Cause if it is then I better get on my knees boy

[Pimp C:]
I got cheese boy, I'm sellin niggaz sneeze boy
I'm playin in the candy torture rim with TV's like my Roy

[Bun B:]
I'm wonderin if it's a heaven for MC's
Like the Freaky Tah's, the Big L's and B.I.G.'s

[Pimp C:]
I wonder if they got a heaven for the convicts
Niggaz doin life, I saw old men in that bitch

[Bun B:]
I wish today that the Lord take me away
I'd get to see my old man and I wonder what he would say

[Pimp C:]
I feel that, I miss Munroe too
If I could bring him back I'd give up all this shit fool

[Bun B:]
But on the cool you know what else I hope is true
They got a heaven for me and got a heaven for you, too

[Chorus x2]

(Chorus)
Pimpin' hoes slammin' Cadillac doors
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin lot pimpin' on fo's
VA to H Town yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazing
Look at them boys teeth thats crazy
The lean in the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know

Straight out the south with my nuts in my hand
Its the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas thats my land
Whos the man thats in demand
Its Paul Wall baby yeah thats me
I put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach
And im hustlin on the grind 72
Hours straight
No time to eat or sleep im slangin' licks and that just won't wait
Im campaignin for a new Benz
On the rims with bubble lenz
Im stackin' every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s
Doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo's
Hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know
Roll the dank up where the dro?
Pour the drank up where the fo's
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty

(Chorus)

Got a drop top on them rollerskates
Candy jolly rancher paint
Enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank
I dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin
Im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin
Gettin money thats all i know
On my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro


I grind its off to work i go I hustle hard its no stop
And if i flop i switch to hustle
I learned the game then set up shop
Im strivin' to make it to the top
Its all or nothin no turnin back
Im with them boys out on the block
Accumulating them paper stacks
Im makin money this where its at
Whatever it takes crack or jack
In love with my money and thats a fact
And we STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

(Chorus)

(Paul Wall Talking)
Right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin
Trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky
Candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome
all courtesy of my hustle game

Real hustlin's in my blood line
I dont complain or whine
I just get on my grind puttin in work overtime
I learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind
I was born blind but now i see that road to riches
Its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches
Norv Freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss
And Chad Butler taught me keep it trill at all costs
I peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess
I put in work with no rest
To get that paper thats my quest
Im on the slow grind towards success
One of the best 'cause i keep it fresh
Im one hundred isnt nothin less
And im STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

(Chorus)

(feat. Jazze Pha)

(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

(Bun B:)
Please rise for the president of the south and all hale to the cheif with them diamond teeth in his mouth
Make way! Big Dick Chaney is bout to enter
king committees in session but first on the agenda
Bend the corner on them fours lac turnin on them vouges
1 time for the haters, 2 times for the hoes
I suppose its only right for me to grip up on the cherry, oak wood wheel while im drippin cranberry
and very few have acomplished what we have acheived without a rabbit out of a hat or a trick up his sleeve
I got a steady hand and a steady flow so, on your mark get set, ready go, you already know.........

(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

(Pimp C:)
Swishers and dank and pourin up big drank
100 thousand dollars in my grown set link

I got 2 on thats 200, you gone go crazy nigga tryna count my money
I came from the bottom they hate me like im asadam
198 in a spur house in nevada (vada vada)
Vegas nigga got my paper pimpin thru cerwin vegas nigga
Let me show you how we keep the parkin lot on fire,
full kit on my shit 26 inch tiiiiiiiiiiiiires!
Yokohamas an the wheel still wood,
keep a bad yellow bitch cuz my dick feel good
when you see us in the hood nigga...

(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

(Jazze Pha:)
Dope Man!! Ya and the dro in the drought
pull up at the spot with the brains blowed out
Wheels cost a whip, whip cost a house
UGK and Jazze Pha show up and show out
She wanna chill with the crew
kick it in the crib on the hill with the view
You know you wanna holla what it is? what it do?
She love me for my old school drops an my cool
cuz my shit be the truth whoa!
The wheels never pause counterclock wise when i skirrrrrr
on'em all.
and when she fall thru an see the plaques on the wall
she'll prolly call a couple friends!
shit call'em all, down come the draws

(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

(talking:)
(cocaine cocaine), I'd like to introduce you all to
(cocaine cocaine) UGK, UGK bitch my man Bun B
Pimp C in the house y'all, put your hands together
Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow, (cocaine cocaine)

(Pimp C:)
Uh the bitch, been good to me
Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules, and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican, at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his had the work
After the deal was done, I make my girl pussy squirt
Cause after the deal, we would all celebrate
Happy cause it wasn't no jacking, and the product was straight
I never came, with the funny business
That's why we steady playing in Jags, and Benzes
Some niggaz, let the city eat em up
I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up
I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot
I'ma hit it with the Sprite, and make that butter lock
Everything was cool, I was ice cold
Till I let that bitch, get up in my nose

(Hook: x5)
Cocaine, cocaine

(Bun B:)
They call it cocaine, coc-a-ina, yayo
Coca leaf, whatever you wanna say bro
Cocaine is a hell of a drug, it ain't hum-drum
And we all know where it's at, but where it come from
The mountains of Columbia, and Peru
Extracted from the coca leaf, but see that shit ain't new
It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich
They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch
You had kings, queens, princes and princesses
Even priests and popes, fought to getting it in different instances
A privileged possession, for dozens of centuries
Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries
Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas
Transported by the best, to the ghettos to straight killers
The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand
Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine

(Hook x5)

(Rick Ross:)
You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker
Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mo'fucker
Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard
We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog
Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest
Choppers in the white house, pistol on my lap yes
I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl
Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl
Spinning wild living foul, diamonds all in my dial
Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now
Getting paper, paper plates on convertables
And my yayo to P-A, that work'll move
Ricky Ross, only fuck with legends
Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected
I could ship it to ya, or you could come and get it
Just bring the cool million with ya, when you come and visit (Ross)

(Hook x9)

Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white

On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine

'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past

In my candy, got no competition on the street
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy

Candy, painted
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Drop top, El Do', ride
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)

Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My candy, is wetter than high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside

Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine

My candy, it got the woman on the front
And a PhD in showin' niggas how to stunt
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act

My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy

Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggaz on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In my candy I'm gon' shine

Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare

To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn

But my candy is an extension of me
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin' at Bun be
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try

My candy, the other level of the game
If you ask me again, bitch I'm a tell you the same
It's my candy, yeah nigga mines not your
Long as I got syrup to sip and Swishers to burn in my candy

Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight

Ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the very best
This is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
U.G.K., Pimp see, Sweet Jones, Bun be

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I call my motherfuckin' swangers on the slab, money on my mind
24/7 I'm out here on the grind
Wanna jack that way to heaven, got somethin' for ya spine
Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try

I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C.
Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's
Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest
When jumpin' out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest

Hangin' 'round my neck, blindin' you niggas
I ain't cappin', I'm just tellin' you what's hap'nin'
Some niggas be winnin' and some be steady losin'
Touchin' down, women they stayin', they steady chosin'

Tired of feelin' bashed and mashed and want some cash
You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man
'Cause I'ma stand up in her and sin her 'cause she a winner
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin', y'all some beginners

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

Yeah, well, I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind
The product of the product and the cousin of crime
So get that fuck up out your mind, I'm born to this life
And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife

So all you triflin'-ass, stiflin'-ass, mud-stuck, fuck boys
Gettin' bound to borin', you shit out of luck boys
The Kingz is back in the buildin', just in the knick of time
And we fin' to do it to it partner while you niggas lyin'

Touchin' us, you niggas dyin', kill you hoes, just for tryin'
Death befo' dishonor, you never see me testifyin'
Standin' on the stand, grab a workout in the yard
Trill niggas never fraud, you can put that on the Lord

Goin' hard, ask the hardest nigga you know in the street
I'm the last nigga that that nigga wanna meet
Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is
So get the fuck up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin' biz
I'm the shit

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

Well, if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G
And you put 'em both together, what the fuck would you see?
U.G.K. nigga, fresher than a cashmere sweater
When it come to keepin' it trill, nobody do it better

Ain't no candy paint wetter, no 24's classier
No leather seats softer, no other brothers classier
And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll, mayne
Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control, mayne

Ugh, I got a candy cup, sittin' on buck
Two-hundred thousand when I roll up
Year ago, I was on lock, now I'm out here droppin' them tops
48 months, I was gone, barely got back, it's still on
I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free, all y'all all can eat a big D

I see the Kingz winnin', thought it was over, it's the beginnin'
Underground, we run the South, diss me, I'ma bust your mouth
I don't run, I come to your house
You gon' lose, nigga, that's no doubt
We can jump or pop it out, I ain't Jeezy, don't swap it out
Knahmtalkinbout?

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

[Intro: Pimp C]
UHH...
Dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout?
Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon be shit...
Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit...
Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin?

[Chorus:]
You cain't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (My uncle told me I wasn't gon be shit)
It might not be all bad as it first seems... (I used to walk around with a bag full of rappers)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh...
(Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make no record)
But all you got to do is believe...
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah...
(Then after I made the record, muh'fuckers said they would never give us no respect)
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (But now they tryna rap like us)
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... (Tryna be like us, tryna smell like us)
(Knahmtalkinbout?)
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money... (Check this out)

[Pimp C:]
Man I refuse to let the bitches take away my pride
Them hoes can lock my body up, but they cain't lock my mind
See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes
I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride
I call some women bitches and I call some women whores
A bitch a dirty boar, a hoe open up the pussy store
Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that
But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that
If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change
It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs
Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit
Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit
Just cause you sold your body don't mean you a hoe for life
I got to speak it right for all the one that paid the price
But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life
But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right
(right... right...)

[Chorus:]
You cain't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (hmm...)
It might not be all bad as it first seems... (hmm...)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh...
But all you got to do is believe...
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah...
I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho...
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah...
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money...

[Pimp C:]
To all the babies havin babies on ya' own
I know you feelin fucked up and feelin all alone
I know ya people tellin you, "Ya fucked up your life"
Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight - uh!
And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope
I know ya family fucked up and it's your last rope
In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit
But ain't nuttin hap'nin but this twenty and this dime shit
And you the daddy with lil' mama that's bout to have the baby
You wanna own ya team but niggaz tellin you, "Ya crazy"
"What you thankin? You too young to have a family"
But all the moves ya makin, look like you a man to me!
When you get caught up man them niggaz ain't gon ride witchu
But get down with that girl and she gon keep it live witchu
But she gon help ya put your money up and save somethin
Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin
It's time to change sumthin...

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]
If you a ballplayer, man go 'head and play ball
Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall
I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA"
You tell them haters, "Save that bullshit for another day"
If you a sanger, lil' mama go 'head and sang ya song
Them hoes say, "You ain't gon make it", the funky bitch is wrong
You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong
Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin on
I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go
I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough
They want a rapper, I understand go 'head and chase ya dream
But chase to hog it up, the lawyer end up like a fiend
Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God
But don't be shame and try to hide cause then you livin fraud
Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light
So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right
Right, right, right, right...
So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right
... (Uh!)

Like dat,like dat
bitch you know you like dat
Bitch you know I like dat
Chrous2xs
Bitch gone get down on tha flo
ya aint gettin paper what you tworkin fo
All I see is a bunch of ones
Need 2 leave wit a pimp trynna have sum fun
All thses niggaz is really lame
Jus talk to a nigga 'cause you like the game
Later on you gone bite dat
Bitch you know you like dat

Lord, it's so hard, living this life
A constant struggle each and everyday
Some wonder why I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way

Uh, I don't wanna do this no mo'
But dis the only thang that I know
I keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo'
The laws and the jackers wanna kick in my do'

I'm a D-boy, didn't graduate
But I got Ph.D from Pimp State
And I got a Master's Degree in movin' weight
And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight

Uh, I wanna go to service
But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous
'Cause they be lookin' at me funny
Watchin' the plate when I tithe put in my money

I don't wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead than doin' life in a jail cell
Die young, oh well, I had a good life
They rappin' 'bout it but I'm out here payin' the price

Lord, it's so hard living this life
A constant struggle each and everyday
Some wonder why I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way

I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn
And I give myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
And see, I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game
Move one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me

I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it higher
Watchin' the lames aspire to street success, mayne
They tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water
You either burnt or washed out, so get in order

Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row
I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat

Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind
Walkin' the line like cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash

Lord, it's so hard, living this life
A constant struggle each and everyday
Some wonder why I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way

Lord, I'm sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
Askin' You to watch over me, no matter what
Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of You
And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin'

Through the bad times and worse times, through it all
When my head is hangin' low, You help me to stand tall
The only way I'ma ball, the only way I'ma shine
Is if You lookin' after me while I'm out here on the grind

Uh, I know you bless the child that go get it
I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the language of the ave'
Forgive my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin' slabs

Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs
Balance in my life on the fo' beam
And I need codeine just to stay sane
I'm steady prayin' to You but I don't know Your real name

Knahmtalkinbout?
But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place
Your prayers gon' get heard anyway
So some say Jah Jah, some say Allah
Some say Jesus, some say Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout?

Ay man, I just look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout?
I ain't get this far bein' no square man
You wanna hide some'n from black folks
They say you can put it in a book, I don't believe that
'Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books

I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on, mayne
But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout?
For they laws and power, knahmsayin? The art of war
The secret societies of America, knahmtalkinbout?
Everythang ain't what it look like, man
And don't judge every book by its cover, ya dig? Hold up

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'd every girl
that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown
but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me true
but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe
makes no sense I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat
thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped
with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip
Im glad its 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 premie out the womb
My partner yellin
Too soon Dont do it Reconsider
Read some litera
ture 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 as in detergent
Now hurry hurry
go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp
remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Aye keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Man these girls is smart
3 stacks these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey 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 the fuck for
40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game
bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin
all that she got
A thousand a pop
Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one
bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking
lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose
but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me
you aint a pimp you a fairy

I choose you girl
Baby you been rollin solo
time to get down with the team
Because its greener
on that other side
if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit
you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th
if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl
I don't mean my woman
that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker
to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper
on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize
I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable
keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with
some thousand dollar shit
up on my back
Im a million dollar mack
need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life
watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C
simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK Pimp C
B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp
and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame
you know the game
and how it goes
We tryin to get jones
I choose you girl
Eni mini decisions
with precision I pick
Or make my selection on
who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection
I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something
I dont do
tippin for life
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella
cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the
see pole
She supposed to spend it on
that baby but we see she dont
Ask ask Paul McCartney
the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter
of them pockets
had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space
I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day
that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D
bitch is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated
the next to the last bump
Dump dump in the gut
walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right
one or pick pick the kitties up

I chose you girl
I chose you baby

[Chorus 1: MJG sample]
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block

[Bun B: over Chorus One]
Get it, let's get it
Get that money mayne, get that money mayne
Let's get that money mayne, c'mon

[Chorus 2: MJG sample]
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough
Get that cheese, get that dough, get that cheese, get that dough

[Bun B: over Chorus Two]
Let's go, yeah, let's go
What? What?

[Chorus 2]

[Bun B: over Chorus Two]
Let's get it, yeah
Let's get it, what? What?

[Bun B:]
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is (is)
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin this biz
Call the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas (what?)
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest (huh)
I got my mind on my paper (paper) it's time for collectin ('lectin)
My issue you neglectin, seem to me you disrespectin
Boy don't play with my pape's cause I'ma gon' spray where you stay
Pull out that K in a day and get done away like you fake
Straight out P-A short Texas, servin trees on the West (West)
A money-makin machine, nigga I do it best
With the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
Cause I gotta

[Chorus 2]

[Pimp C:]
Uhh, I got a 'Llac with a stash spot
Spot, for that plastic heater in the glass knot
Get the cheese, whip the blow, hit the sneeze, hit the dro
She on her knees in the low, I make 'em get down on the flo'
Flo', you niggaz say you want a better price
Price, you got it but it ain't gon' hook right
Drop seven on lock tight, fuck wit it the whole night
Try to hit and she hid the Sprite, got you mad like Tina and Ike
Ike, my product always cover up good
Good, nigga I can put that on my neighborhood
Hold Arthur right on the water, white powder and hella snorter
Nigga wanna buy eight I brought 'em
slowly off and then I ate in the squadda
Uhh, now nigga look at how the time change
Change, check out the Jordans on this wide frame
Whippin out and grippin gram, new truck or candy slant
Makin young girls drop it I, hit the slab bitch hit the block

[Chorus 2]

[T.I.: over Chorus Two]
Let me get these niggaz for you Pimp!
Let me handle this shit for you Bun, I got you!
You know it's a team, UGK alumni
Ain't nuttin!

[T.I.:]
I got a, fresh connect a Betty bubble up out the pirate
Ask yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin, bitch I'm buyin that
I'm ridin 'Llac with three old Benzes right behind that
Fifth comin down we be flexin, fives and sixes in GTS's
Chrome tips with VVS's, neck and chest in VVS's
Oh yes it's, the mob better get your mind right
Ay Tip ain't goin home, that don't even sound right
You niggaz actin like a broad, I don't wanna fight
Nah I ain't gon' squab but I will have a gun fight
We finna hit the streets with the glock, with the G's in the block
Trappin on like a traffic stop, then sooner or later I have a knot
Got money from Bankhead to Groverland, fuck your head back to Simpson Road
Down South fakers known for gettin paper
then some of the hill niggaz still know, for sho' they know

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]