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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground... The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground... [Bun B] Now this one here for everybody out there off the top This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind And the three-time fellas that be facing some time For them real deep boys that be baking and serving And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set And when the work comes easy And when the game ain't ready They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true [Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)] I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...) I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...) [Bun B] Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard Raised in project apartments, with no front yard Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz [Hook] [Bun B] Now people always be around when you shining and balling But they real hard to find when tough times come calling You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground [Hook] - Repeat 2X |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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 |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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 |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(bun b)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case Had to dodge a bullet And the nigga that tried to pull it The streets is throwed If I don't get lean and blowed everyday I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to g it One of the wrongest niggas I see Or one of the strongest niggas I know Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely respected Too real (chorus) I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real (pimp c) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got niggas doin 40 When you 25 that's life I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price These bitch ass niggas shife Niggas might snitch out they momma That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But nigga you promised to die Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun I guess that's true for some But them hoes will never win Out here just hustlin and grindin Tryin to change from niggas to men Chorus (3-2) My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch This matter coulda been resolved If you woulda came clean and paid my shit See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name You boys is funny I'm bout my money And oh so true Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you I'm too real Chorus |
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from U.G.K. - Jive Records Presents : UGK [Chopped & Screwed] (2004)
[3-2]
Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start selling crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick Thinking I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messing with, yeah My mama's only son But I live everyday like its my motherfucking last one Every nigga and they mama asking why But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die But if I die or should I say if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back selling crack and pack two clips When ya think about that you say "it'll be on" Its a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone One day you're here, baby But then you're gone (repeat) [Bun B] This world we living in man it ain't nothing but drama Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas getting shot for bombers Now they got yo life in the former they in like California Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana Gang banging got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw once before he died wished it was twice man I remember being eight deep off in Chucky crib Letting us act bad not giving a fuck what we did When we lost him I knew the world was coming to the end And I had to quit letting that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen for damn near ten But now it looks like when he come out man I'm going in So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fucking zone Cause one day you here but the next day you gone One day you here baby But then you're gone (repeat) [Pimp C] I'm up early cause ain't enough light in the daytime Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be looking shife so I look shife back Can't show no weakness with these bitches get yo life jacked Mayne its a trip where I stay especially for me This bitches trying to lock me up for the whole century They gave my boy down in Florida Dante nineteen I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I ain't no liar My man RoRo just lost his baby in a house fire And then when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away Man if you got kids show em you love em cause God just might call em home Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone |
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from U.G.K. - Jive Records Presents : UGK [Chopped & Screwed] (2004)
TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD
One with a trigger two with a bat three big brothers, four want to squab with me, so i guess a brother gotta throw tell em like this you better get up out my camp dude before I have to pull a gat and get real rude i don't figure that its worth getting hurt just 'cause your gal wanna give me that skirt bet it feel funny when you doing 69 knowing that youre sipping all on my jimmy wine and when you get a kiss do you feel bad? knowing that you swallowed all the skeeter that i had? you want to step to me but i don't really think you should i shoulda shot you up instead i told you something good CHORUS ay yo! whats up with that bulge in yo khakis? you want to pack a gat but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me you better bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw 'cause by yourself you're running to the floor i seen yo kind before man you're nothing with yo hands more than a punk but still less than a man you talk a lot of nothing when you're chilling with the ladies let me catch you by yourself, you're pushing up some daisies see crazy you wanna be but punks with no heart, they ain't hard they just waiting for bun to pull they card |
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from U.G.K. - Jive Records Presents : UGK [Chopped & Screwed] (2004)
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, bend over and let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Bend over and let me see it Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm from For all the hoes that we done did And the hoes that we ain't done From the ones that fuck for shrimp To the ones that fuck for cum If you ain't fittin' ta fuck, pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta fuck, Bun Hoes from the 'hood That live to keep it live And some office buildin' boppers Workin' 9 to 5 Ball, playa, baby, mama bitches But to me it ain't no thang Let that monkey hang Baby, let me see it See it, see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga stroke See, I know that you a freak From passin' to my folk Let me bust it in yo' cheek You muthafuckin' choke It's nothin' but a G thang Baby, when you suck it Steady frontin' in yo' G string Go'on lemme fuck it See, we know that you a pro From shakin' and tuckin' 'Coz we some grown muthafuckas Like to get naked, buck it From the back, to the front And to the side In the 'lac, wit' a blunt Now, where the light? It's a fact I've seen it Lemme get in between it Now, over bend, once again Bitches, show it like ya mean it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it, got a Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it Yo' a young brown stallion And she 20 years old When she pop it from the back You see that hairy asshole From the A-T-L hoes, to the H town strippers To the boppers in Deville Suckin' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make you feel When you see a pimp shine? Bitch, you wastin' too much time Get back up on yo' grind Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it I'm a country ass nigga I fucked wit' yo' wife If yo' bitch come around We put some dick in her life Niggas ain't real, must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down, 'cause they was bitin' too much pac But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground City, every town, I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' niggas bricks Keep a bad yellow bitch On my team, sippin' lean Ain't no thang of the past The '84 Beritz with the slant back ass Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo' Instead of stackin' cheese He steady screamin' to that hoe, let me see it Fuck ass nigga, fuck ass nigga Get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up, hol' up, UGK bitch Representin' that south, that south And this ain't no muthafuckin' Hip-Hop records These country rap tunes, hol' up |
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from U.G.K. - Jive Records Presents : UGK [Chopped & Screwed] (2004)
Say nigga whatup nigga
How you doin with yo nigga We be ridin' we be rollin' We be fuckin bitches every mornin' Nigga don't mess with us UGK bitch that's us Fuck around and die that's the truth I ain't lyin' I ain't gotta lie gotta cry That's you bitch I see you smile Ain't a thang got 12 hoes Got a jag got a benz Niggas like us do whut? (whassup) Choppin' blades (chorus) We be choppin blades rollin' up in tha streets We be gettin drunk smokin' up in tha streets We be fuckin hoes up in my streets Its 'cause that jigga man ain't pimpin' anymore In these streets We chop blades And hot babes and right fo us and shit And bitch don't fuck round no mo I gotta blade gotta bitch Don't mess with our shit I don't play around when the time comes To be serious And the bitch wants me to cum in my cereal Killer that is with no fuckin soul The end is near bitch watch this shit as it goes [Chorus) Die bitch muddafucka I kill a punk muddafucka I hate em muddafuckaz They don't deserve bitch muddafucka This is rap bitch muddafucka So fuck yeah bitch that me UGK representin the shit in our streets [Chorus] Ye that's us Ye we doin' whut? Ye we choppin blades Should I could I? Hell ye We choppin blades Choppin blades Oh fuck yeah |
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from U.G.K. - Dirty Money (2001)
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, bend over and let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Bend over and let me see it Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm from For all the hoes that we done did And the hoes that we ain't done From the ones that fuck for shrimp To the ones that fuck for cum If you ain't fittin' ta fuck, pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta fuck, Bun Hoes from the 'hood That live to keep it live And some office buildin' boppers Workin' 9 to 5 Ball, playa, baby, mama bitches But to me it ain't no thang Let that monkey hang Baby, let me see it See it, see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga stroke See, I know that you a freak From passin' to my folk Let me bust it in yo' cheek You muthafuckin' choke It's nothin' but a G thang Baby, when you suck it Steady frontin' in yo' G string Go'on lemme fuck it See, we know that you a pro From shakin' and tuckin' 'Coz we some grown muthafuckas Like to get naked, buck it From the back, to the front And to the side In the 'lac, wit' a blunt Now, where the light? It's a fact I've seen it Lemme get in between it Now, over bend, once again Bitches, show it like ya mean it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it, got a Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it Yo' a young brown stallion And she 20 years old When she pop it from the back You see that hairy asshole From the A-T-L hoes, to the H town strippers To the boppers in Deville Suckin' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make you feel When you see a pimp shine? Bitch, you wastin' too much time Get back up on yo' grind Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it I'm a country ass nigga I fucked wit' yo' wife If yo' bitch come around We put some dick in her life Niggas ain't real, must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down, 'cause they was bitin' too much pac But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground City, every town, I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' niggas bricks Keep a bad yellow bitch On my team, sippin' lean Ain't no thang of the past The '84 Beritz with the slant back ass Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo' Instead of stackin' cheese He steady screamin' to that hoe, let me see it Fuck ass nigga, fuck ass nigga Get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up, hol' up, UGK bitch Representin' that south, that south And this ain't no muthafuckin' Hip-Hop records These country rap tunes, hol' up |
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from U.G.K. - Dirty Money (2001)
Say nigga whatup nigga
How you doin with yo nigga We be ridin' we be rollin' We be fuckin bitches every mornin' Nigga don't mess with us UGK bitch that's us Fuck around and die that's the truth I ain't lyin' I ain't gotta lie gotta cry That's you bitch I see you smile Ain't a thang got 12 hoes Got a jag got a benz Niggas like us do whut? (whassup) Choppin' blades (chorus) We be choppin blades rollin' up in tha streets We be gettin drunk smokin' up in tha streets We be fuckin hoes up in my streets Its 'cause that jigga man ain't pimpin' anymore In these streets We chop blades And hot babes and right fo us and shit And bitch don't fuck round no mo I gotta blade gotta bitch Don't mess with our shit I don't play around when the time comes To be serious And the bitch wants me to cum in my cereal Killer that is with no fuckin soul The end is near bitch watch this shit as it goes [Chorus) Die bitch muddafucka I kill a punk muddafucka I hate em muddafuckaz They don't deserve bitch muddafucka This is rap bitch muddafucka So fuck yeah bitch that me UGK representin the shit in our streets [Chorus] Ye that's us Ye we doin' whut? Ye we choppin blades Should I could I? Hell ye We choppin blades Choppin blades Oh fuck yeah |
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Uh, whut
(Hehe) Smoke somethin', bitch, smoke somethin' I'm up early 'cuz my nigga don't sell dope after night time Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie 'N move the dope through the pipeline Pimp C, bitch, holla at yo' bitch, now yo' bitch on my team Got her buyin' us sticky green, lace some with promythazine Candy sweets, a candy bitch, you lookin' at a candy boy I done came down Main and popped trunk Hit the switch on my candy toy We all young ghetto boyz, that's why we act this way Tryin' to see a million dollars Hopin' these niggas don't blast today Pro smoke, pro choke, anti-broke, conservative liberal Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin' in criminal court, it's civil In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries riddle Knockin' over fat cats, and gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles On note pads I scribble, write rippers that'll make you think Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity Fuck it, take it, trick, I fake it, blink 'n poof We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's But, bitch, I tried to told ya Rollin' Seville (Rollin' Seville) Grippin' my steal (Grippin' my steal) My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel Sedan DeVille (Sedan DeVille) House on the hill (House on the hill), Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill) Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel House on the hill (House on the hill) Marijuana fields (Marijuana fields) Grippin' my steal, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel They tellin' me, "Bun, don't go there", but man, I just gots to bring it These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas but scared to sing it They don't know what that star 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout or smokin' that joint 'bout All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em or what the fuck we sell 'em Smokin' Swishers, wood grain, and leavin' stains on cerebellums Rebellum, propell 'em, gel 'em from P.A. to Deep Ellum Tell 'em I tol' 'em, wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em to hell, to heaven I just spent 60 G's on a brand new Eldo-reeze Black-on-black, drop top 'lac, north star fifth wheel on back Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin' Had to leave my bitch 'cuz I fell in love with my chrome plated woman I love my wood wheel Grant, '84 Cadillacs that slant Slowed down Screw tapes that knock, blowin' on Green private stock Bitch, I don't eat hamhocks, try 20 ounce Angus beef Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas 'N got big ass diamonds off in they teeth Fifth wheel and grill (Fifth wheel and grill) Candy Seville (Candy Seville) Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel (Workin' wood wheel) House on the hill (House on the hill) Flexin' mils (Flexin' mils) Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Comin' down so trill (Comin' down so trill) Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Grippin' the steal (Grippin' the steal) Nigga, I'm so real (Nigga, I'm so real) Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic, it's so ironic Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic We crash your party, piss on your parade Sip syrup like it's Lemonade From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day That's the game we came to play, it don't change, ain't a thang to say It's goin' down in the H-Town Young playa from the South 'bout to blaze a pound Tryin' to find me a bopp with some good mouth I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ain't got no time to play, girl Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff? Bitch, I don't give a fuck about yo' man, so Bitch tryin' to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho? Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go Gettin' ready fo' head doctors, show shockers, body rockers Late night do' knockers Gotta break us off big pimpin', baby, we ho clockers Bitch bosses, takin' no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee Baby brother, Sweet James Jones, guerrilla pimpin' at its finest Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us Touched like Midas, these bitch ass niggas they study and bite us Couldn't not recite us, come to our show And bitch niggas try to fight us Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave How the fuck you're gonna go to war When you bitch ass niggas ain't got no cheese? Blowin' big kill (Blowin' big kill) Million dollar deals (Million dollar deals) Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Uh, puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J Smoke somethin', bitch |
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Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, bend over and let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Bend over and let me see it Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm from For all the hoes that we done did And the hoes that we ain't done From the ones that fuck for shrimp To the ones that fuck for cum If you ain't fittin' ta fuck, pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta fuck, Bun Hoes from the 'hood That live to keep it live And some office buildin' boppers Workin' 9 to 5 Ball, playa, baby, mama bitches But to me it ain't no thang Let that monkey hang Baby, let me see it See it, see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga stroke See, I know that you a freak From passin' to my folk Let me bust it in yo' cheek You muthafuckin' choke It's nothin' but a G thang Baby, when you suck it Steady frontin' in yo' G string Go'on lemme fuck it See, we know that you a pro From shakin' and tuckin' 'Coz we some grown muthafuckas Like to get naked, buck it From the back, to the front And to the side In the 'lac, wit' a blunt Now, where the light? It's a fact I've seen it Lemme get in between it Now, over bend, once again Bitches, show it like ya mean it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it, got a Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it Yo' a young brown stallion And she 20 years old When she pop it from the back You see that hairy asshole From the A-T-L hoes, to the H town strippers To the boppers in Deville Suckin' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make you feel When you see a pimp shine? Bitch, you wastin' too much time Get back up on yo' grind Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it I'm a country ass nigga I fucked wit' yo' wife If yo' bitch come around We put some dick in her life Niggas ain't real, must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down, 'cause they was bitin' too much pac But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground City, every town, I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' niggas bricks Keep a bad yellow bitch On my team, sippin' lean Ain't no thang of the past The '84 Beritz with the slant back ass Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo' Instead of stackin' cheese He steady screamin' to that hoe, let me see it Fuck ass nigga, fuck ass nigga Get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up, hol' up, UGK bitch Representin' that south, that south And this ain't no muthafuckin' Hip-Hop records These country rap tunes, hol' up |
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Say nigga whatup nigga
How you doin with yo nigga We be ridin' we be rollin' We be fuckin bitches every mornin' Nigga don't mess with us UGK bitch that's us Fuck around and die that's the truth I ain't lyin' I ain't gotta lie gotta cry That's you bitch I see you smile Ain't a thang got 12 hoes Got a jag got a benz Niggas like us do whut? (whassup) Choppin' blades (chorus) We be choppin blades rollin' up in tha streets We be gettin drunk smokin' up in tha streets We be fuckin hoes up in my streets Its 'cause that jigga man ain't pimpin' anymore In these streets We chop blades And hot babes and right fo us and shit And bitch don't fuck round no mo I gotta blade gotta bitch Don't mess with our shit I don't play around when the time comes To be serious And the bitch wants me to cum in my cereal Killer that is with no fuckin soul The end is near bitch watch this shit as it goes [Chorus) Die bitch muddafucka I kill a punk muddafucka I hate em muddafuckaz They don't deserve bitch muddafucka This is rap bitch muddafucka So fuck yeah bitch that me UGK representin the shit in our streets [Chorus] Ye that's us Ye we doin' whut? Ye we choppin blades Should I could I? Hell ye We choppin blades Choppin blades Oh fuck yeah |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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 |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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 |
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[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 |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
[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] |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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 |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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 |
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