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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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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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| 3. |
| 4:18 |
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(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 |
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| 5:14 |
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[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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| 4:57 |
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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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| 4:33 |
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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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| 4:20 |
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[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] |
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(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 |
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(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) |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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!) |
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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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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 |
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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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[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] |
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