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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
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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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
(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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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
(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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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)
[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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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
[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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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 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 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 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)
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)
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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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
[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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(Chorus)
Pimpin' hoes slammin' Cadillac doors Shawty understand this is how we roll Parkin lot pimpin' on fo's VA to H Town yeah you already know Choppin' on blades so amazing Look at them boys teeth thats crazy The lean in the weed got us lazy Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know Straight out the south with my nuts in my hand Its the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas thats my land Whos the man thats in demand Its Paul Wall baby yeah thats me I put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach And im hustlin on the grind 72 Hours straight No time to eat or sleep im slangin' licks and that just won't wait Im campaignin for a new Benz On the rims with bubble lenz Im stackin' every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s Doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo's Hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know Roll the dank up where the dro? Pour the drank up where the fo's Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty (Chorus) Got a drop top on them rollerskates Candy jolly rancher paint Enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank I dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin Im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin Gettin money thats all i know On my toes never off my note Woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro I grind its off to work i go I hustle hard its no stop And if i flop i switch to hustle I learned the game then set up shop Im strivin' to make it to the top Its all or nothin no turnin back Im with them boys out on the block Accumulating them paper stacks Im makin money this where its at Whatever it takes crack or jack In love with my money and thats a fact And we STILL RIDIN' DIRTY (Chorus) (Paul Wall Talking) Right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin Trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky Candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome all courtesy of my hustle game Real hustlin's in my blood line I dont complain or whine I just get on my grind puttin in work overtime I learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind but now i see that road to riches Its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches Norv Freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss And Chad Butler taught me keep it trill at all costs I peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess I put in work with no rest To get that paper thats my quest Im on the slow grind towards success One of the best 'cause i keep it fresh Im one hundred isnt nothin less And im STILL RIDIN' DIRTY (Chorus) |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
(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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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)
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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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)
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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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 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)
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. - 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)
[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. - 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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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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