UGK - Wood Wheel Lyrics

Wood Wheel Lyrics - UGK

[Pimp C:]
Uh...whuuuut (hehe)
Smoke somethin', bitch...smoke somethin'...

[Pimp C:]
I'm up early 'cause my nigga
Don't sell dope after night time.
Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie
'N move the dope through the pipeline
Pimp C, bitch...holla at yo' bitch,
Now yo' bitch on my team;
Got her buyin' us sticky green
Lace some with promythazine
Candy sweets, a candy bitch,
You lookin' at a candy boy.
I done came down Main and popped trunk;
Hit the switch on my candy toy.
We all young ghetto boyz,
That's why we act this way.
Tryin' to see a million dollars,
Hopin' these niggas don't blast today.

[Bun B:]
Pro smoke, pro choke,
Anti-broke, conservative liberal
Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin'
In criminal court, it's civil.
In the middle of re-al-it-y
Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,
Knockin' over fat cats,
And gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles.
On note pads I scribble,
Write rippers that'll make you think.
Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity,
Fuck it, take it, trick,
I fake it...blink 'n poof
We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier
Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's
But, bitch, I tried to told ya...

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Rollin' Seville (rollin' Seville),
Grippin' my steal (grippin' my steal),
My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Nigga, how you feel (nigga, how you feel),
I feel so trill (I feel so trill),
Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),
Grippin' my steal, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.

[Bun B:]
They tellin' me, "Bun don't go there"
But, man, I just gots to bring it.
These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas,
But scared to sing it.
They don't know what that star 'bout
They don't know what that bar 'bout
They don't know what that candy car 'bout
Or smokin' that joint 'bout.
All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em
Or what the fuck we sell 'em
Smokin' Swishers, wood grain,
And leavin' stains on cerebellums.
Rebellum, propell 'em, gel 'em
From P.A. to Deep Ellum.
Tell 'em I tol' 'em
Wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em
To hell to heaven.

[Pimp C:]
I just spent 60 G's
On a brand new Eldo-reeze:
Black-on-black, drop top 'lac;
Northstar fifth wheel on back.
Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke
When my trunk steady hummin'
Had to leave my bitch
'Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman.
I love my wood wheel Grant,
'84 Cadillacs that slant,
Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock,
Blowin' on Green private stock.
Bitch, I don't eat hamhocks,
Try 20-ounce Angus beef.
Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas,
'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),
Candy Seville (candy Seville),
Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel (workin' wood wheel).
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Flexin' mils (flexin' mils),
Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Comin' down so trill (comin' down so trill),
Nigga, how you feel (Nigga, how you feel)?
Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Grippin' the steal (grippin' the steal),
Nigga, I'm so real (Nigga, I'm so real).
Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel.

[Bun B:]
Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic...it's so ironic.
Sippin' gin and tonic: supersonic like Johnny Mneumonic.
We crash your party, piss on your parade,
Sip syrup like it's Lemonade
From Paris to the Palasades to the Prominade.
Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day.
That's the game we came to play,
It don't change, ain't a thang to say.

[Pimp C:]
It's goin' down in the H-Town,
Young playa from the South 'bout to blaze a pound;
Tryin' to find me a bopp with some good mouth...
I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Ain't got no time to play, girl;
Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk.
Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was,
Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff?
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about yo' man, so
Bitch tryin' to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow.
How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho?
Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go.

[Bun B:]
Gettin' ready fo'...head doctors, show shockers, body rockers,
Late-night do' knockers...
Gotta break us off big pimpin', baby, we ho clockers,
Bitch bosses, takin' no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee.
Baby brother, Sweet James Jones: guerilla pimpin' at its finest.
Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us...

[Pimp C:]
Touched like Midas, these bitch-ass niggas they study and bite us.
Couldn't not recite us, come to our show,
And bitch niggas try to fight us.
Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave...
How the fuck you're gonna go to war
When you bitch-ass niggas ain't got no cheese?

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Blowin' big kill (blowin' big kill),
Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals),
Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel...

Uh...puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J
Smoke somethin', bitch.

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UGK - Use Me Up Lyrics

Use Me Up Lyrics - UGK

[Pimp C:]
I got a girl and she treat me fine
But the homies all think that I'm losin my mind
I'm trippin and I know it cause I'm all nerved up
Cause everytime I go to sleep, I see this big ol' butt
See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
But she treat me so good that she be drivin my car
And everyday it get better, I cain't lie
Went to the house and she made me some hot potato pie
All my friends be sayin, "She ain't nothin but a scrub"
But she make me feel high like I'm, hooked on drugs
So I give her what she need, and what's done is done
But I'm a special kind of fool but aiyyo it don't bother me none
I cain't help myself, I know that I'm trippin
But she got it goin on like Kentucky Fried Chicken
So everytime she ask me for my, credit card
You know she get it cause ya know that...
(Chill, C) I know, G
I used to be the playa, now I'm gettin pimped
I used to be hard, now I'm livin aw'lll limp
Why I let her play me? You cain't understand!
So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...

[Chorus: Bill Withers sampled from "Use Me Up"]
I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can just keep usin me...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up.

[Pimp C:]
I been to the mountain top, and down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl, but one that treat me so sweet
Rub my back, when I'm so' and cook me somethin good to eat
She worked me so hard 'til I, hurt my back
So I'm passin out them duckets and them, croka sacks
And everybody wonderin why I smile all day
All the girls wanna know why I won't give 'em the play
My ol' girl called me, axe me why I wanna dis her
I told her cause her lovin ain't better than her sister
I cain't get enough, the bad got me stuck
I give her all my money and she always do me up
Bun say I'm trippin out, and Byrd say I'm trippin, too
But this time I just cain't LISTEN to my whole crew
Cause back in the day, I vowed to never change my pimp game
But '92 came around, and thangs go in-sane
I gotta get my thang back on track
But the mo' I try to stay away, the mo' I comes back
Why I let her play me? You cain't understand!
So sit yourself down and just listen to my man...

[Chorus 2: Bill Withers sampled from "Use Me Up"]
I-yi-yi-yi-I, said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep usin me...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up...
Until you use me up.

I-yi-yi-yi-I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin used
Oh, you can just keep usin me...
Until you use me up...

[Pimp C:]
To sum it all up, I'm breakin ALL my rules
Cause she got me droppin off her little brother to school
I be gettin bills, and stubs from checks
I work all day, just to spend it on sex
But all that really matters is I'm happy, dude
And I be happy long as I get good soul food
UGK sayin peace out, and plenty of luck
And she could keep usin Pimp C - uh, just a use me up!

[Outro: Bill Withers (Pimp C)]
Ah-hah well oh, BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (Yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah-hah well oh (Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)

[Singing continues til end]

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UGK - Underground Kingz Lyrics

Underground Kingz Lyrics - UGK

[Hook:]
King king, nigga I risked everythang to be a underground king
Underground king, I sacrificed everythang to be a underground king
King, nigga I risked everythang to be a undergound king
Underground king, and nigga I'll kill everything to stay a underground king

[Bun B:]
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
Bun and pimp is 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 f**k how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you f**king around, with that underground

[Hook]

[Pimp C:]
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 King 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 King

[Hook]

[Bun B:]
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
F**king cowards get out the way, cause the rap game's our's

[Pimp C:]
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
F**k the fame want the change, it's been fun
The up's and the down's, the crying and the smiling
F**k 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

[Hook]

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UGK - Two Type Of Bitches Lyrics

Two Type Of Bitches Lyrics - UGK

[Bun B:]
Well it's big Bun Beeda I built the track
With girls with tens and the bitches back
It ain't nowhere fans a bunch with these sluts
Just shake your butts and bring back that stack (stack)
The mack is back and he's sittin on chrome
With a piece of chain or Herringbone or nugget (nugget)
That don't mean him a real live hoe
You ain't ready to roll then go on then, fuck it
Out them ducats, hoes better recognize
Niggaz better recollect, Bun finna regulate
I hit yo' town (what) find me a hoe stroll
Leave that bitch dry and head to another state (hold up)
Me and my brother can't wait when it come to the red
Cause we about that cash, cash
So if we can't convince ya we'll take your sister
Hit the highway and mash

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got, bitches that will and you got bitches that won't
Man you got, bitches that do and you got bitches that don't
Man you got, bitches that can and you got bitches that cain't
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
No down bitch

[Pimp C:]
Some girls suck, some don't dare
Some girls fuck, some don't care
I like the girl with the pussy hair
My partner Mike Mo like the pussy bare
Some girls scream, some girls moan
Swang Big Dick, swang Sweet Jones
Go and get the myth out the cobra head
Girl got down you niggaz scared
I got a young yellow bitch, I'ma sing it loud
With a four-inch corner of jet-mink hair
Between her legs is where it great
And get the money out the nigga when she go on a date
I stay caked up, rocked up
Magnum rubbers stay socked up
I ain't tryin to get the wet dick
Hold my good but she ain't that slick
I know you want this high-dollar cum
Bitch know I got money, wanna get her some
Bitch you must, done lost your mind
The trick's niggaz over there, you better get on the grind

[Chorus]

[Dizzee Rascal:]
Bitches not flexin ain't much good
I should and I would keep clear if I could
But when I do I just CAWN'T get away
Cause I gotta fuck all day every day
That leaves me run loco for real
All these chickenheads lie about deal
Ain't gotta do it up to make me chill
Find a good spot on the floor and kneel!
Know that my heart's in between my fires
Though I can't take when they look in my eyes
Lookin for love that's no surprise
Comin up off, that's family ties
Then I hit it from the back, all the way
Slap that back and just lock cross say
Not freeze out without no delay
Girls in the chat, I ain't got shit to say

[Chorus]

[LOOOONG Outro of Pimpin' Ken ad libs]

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UGK - Trill Niggas Don't Die Lyrics

Trill Niggas Don't Die Lyrics - UGK

[Talking:]
I pack that nine everytime, and I ain't trying dying
Pussy nigga, I pack that nine everytime and I ain't trying dying

[Hook: x4]
I just wanna celebrate
Cause trill niggaz don't die

[Pimp C:]
Pussy nigga, thinking you gon kill me
I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon feel me
I'ma blow you out the water, with the 2-23
Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese
Nigga talking bout, robbing Chad
Run up on me with that first, will leave you stinking in the grass
If your calico to mask, if you Baptist go to church
See a hoe up in a nigga, gon pull up a skirt
That'll be, some incredible shit
Niggaz scheming on my bezel, On some devilish shit
I been to hell and back, On another level you bitch
Go on try it I'm going live, they gon need a shovel for you bitch

[Hook x4]

[Z-Ro:]
I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot
But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot
In a dog eat dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls
When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me
But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest
And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus
Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got
So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot
My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck cause I just don't give one
Thinking bout living a life where everything you do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one
I know niggaz wanna kill me, but I'm still riding pride
Cause the Lord riding with me, and that's the main reason why

[Hook x4]

[Pimp C:]
Some niggaz win, and some niggaz lose
Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying to blues
Some niggaz already lost, and ain't gon lose no mo'
Big shoes hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo'
Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe
Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe
I was sagging in my khaki's, 'fore Dickies cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, Our music banging in the streets
The young B.G.'s, really love to thump
Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk
For the girls popping pussy, and the boys with the blow
Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here repping for it hoe

[Hook x4]

[Bun B:]
Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul
It's a gift given from God, and I'm keeping a tight hold
The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same
But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game
Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up
They laying boys down, they future they scooping up
We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking
In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking
Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg
A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg
For tomorrow so gon 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool
Kindergardeners was looking up to me, in pre-school
Down with Pimp C fool, and P-A-T the town
Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down
Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie
So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die

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UGK - Trill Ass Nigga Lyrics

Trill Ass Nigga Lyrics - UGK

[Bun B]
Bone hard nigga, hoes be runnin from the scene
Cause I'm out to demean, count the green
And throw that jim in the in-between
Now Bun B moves slick
Cause I tell all the niggaz to get they gats
And tell the hoes to get this dick
Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block
They scopin the corner, motherfuckers I warn ya
Too many niggaz tried to get these fiends
You brothers better cut some fuckin [?] on this scene
Cause cluckers don't go for small dope
You fin' to lose when dopefiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that bitch to get gone
Because my face don't need to be on the street
See I put out my dope, get my cash, then I'm tearin ass
I'm in and out quick as day
Might drop a hundred or two, but I won't miss it anyway
Because as long as the majority of shit gets fat
I'm cool to give myself a little slack
See I've been doin this too damn long
To short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs
I got a thirty-five square block cut
Down to take your money, dope, your hoe and your nut
Big dope big rhymes big dick big attitude
Man I'm down with Big Tyme, and I'm a trill ass nigga!

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

[Bun B]
You claim you got much dope, and you got much backup
But you ain't got JACK SHIT to make this nigga slack up
So if you wanna buck buck up bitch and let me black that eye
Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye
Now if you're down act like it bitch
Step in that grass, I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' bitch ass
And buffin ain't a good ass plan
You get smacked the fuck up, now unball them fuckin hands
You see you need to be true to yourself
Cause if you'll front, your ass'll be on my shelf
And trill ass niggaz they love to blast
But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' motherfuckin ass
And you ain't never been shit to your hood
Your ass shoulda listened when I told you "Something Good"
But right about now I ain't sayin a damn thang
If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring
And bring on your boys, I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one
Hands flyin like bullets from a gun
I'm steady whoopin that ass ho
Nigga by nigga out the window, you better watch that glass ho
Stepped to Bun B, and you thought I was a punk
Now you bitch-asses half dead in my trunk
You fronted big man and then went out like a ho
Nigga kiss that motherfuckin flo', cause I'm a trill ass nigga

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

[Bun B]
I'm just a trill ass nigga walkin down the street
It's Bun B bitch, the nigga you and your girlfriends wanna meet
My nuts hang to the road
So buck up and get fucked up by the Big Tyme motherload
You better watch that ass when you roll
Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the fuckin toll
And we ain't hearin that ying-yang
You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged
Yeah Bun B'll talk shit
But if you think I can't back it up niggaz, try and make a fuckin hit
Pimp C'll slam you to the peel
You're layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his fuckin reel
The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon
And we down to let the gat go boom
So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up
Before we make you niggaz shit in your drawers
The life of the trill niggaz ain't no joke
Cause we down to go for motherfuckin broke
So watch out for the niggaz in the khakis
The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don't jack G
Because the dicks hang low, to any two-bit ho
And I'm about to get some shit on my toes
And I'ma keep on doin it Clyde
The cocaine's in the back of the ride of a trill ass nigga

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!... [Fades])

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UGK - Touched Lyrics

Touched Lyrics - UGK

Listen up, I got a story to tell
Hey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, man, listen up, I got this story to tell on the cool

Now, Once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga, like myself had to strong arm a ho
Now, this was not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no God damn sense, tryin' to push me
He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoes

Hatin' like a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
Tryin' to hold on to my little chunk but now but a punk
In the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth in the trunk
Oh, what? I'm supposed to jump 'cause you got a pump
You aimin' that bitch in the sky, you chump

Point that muthafuckah this way and dump, Oh, what?
You scared to go to the pen? Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap yo' rump
Man, I thought he played bold, be he ain't even fuss
Man, the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to bus'
But his trigger stayed cold, I wasn't surprised

I recognized that fast breathin' and fear in his eyes
Unmask his disguise, a sheep in wolf's clothing on the prey
He tried to hunt the hunter, and got hunted down his God damn self
In PA, niggas, it's where we stay, ain't none of that K-K-K'n or playin'
So see A or E up out your life or you test yourself

And make a nigga break you off to piece the rest yo'self
Oh, yes yo' health is what's in question and I hope
That this ass whoopin', teach you a motherfuckin' lesson.

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
'Cause deep down in the South, boy's comin' up cold
Talkin' down my name and what it's all about, you niggas
Better get some cut and get my name out yo' mouth

'Cause I don't know why you got flex with me, testin' me
But, I'ma pull my shit and let you see that all that carry the jack
Ain't what it's about, so you haters need to quit with that po'
Hustlin' and take another ride

Niggas, Often crossed the line, the movies got this boy fucked
Up in the mind, not to mention the wine and codeine syrup
Combined easy access to 9's and shit talkin' hoes that's fine
And all they got time for is four Swisher dimes, committing crimes
Amped off water and some exaggerated rhyme, so, if bein' hard
Ain't in your heart, then don't start, niggas'll tear your weak mind apart

Bitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school, he don't know
I hang with killers, will erase that fool, wouldn't give a fuck about him
But he kin to my son if you think I'm that nigga, then you picked
The wrong one, 'cause I live by the gun, die by the gun, hot bullets burn
Some say that, "Them bitches stun", so raise yo' own children
Don't try to raise mine and when you see me, step with caution
'Cause I'm buckin' for mine, bitch.

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
You done crossed the line, now you gon' get fucked
I already told you before, but you ain't borrowing that

So, this time I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the map
Such a shame but this all in the game and since the early sixties
Ain't a damn thang changed, we got haters over here
And haters over there but, I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the air

I see you trippin' off that water, and you feel like you bad
'Cause yo' bitch done chose a pimp, and that pimp was Chad
I see you hurt 'cause I fucked yo' girl, put big dick in her world
Bust nuts in her curl, when I hit it from the back, she said
"Baby, I can't take it", push my dick up in her harder

Bitch, I'm straight up tryin' to break it, you a simp-ass nigga
You told that bitch, that, "You love her", but I'm straight up fuckin'
That pussy like that nigga off that colors but I ain't gon' get shot
'Cause you ain't shootin' shit, the best thing you can do is go and try
And beat that bitch, 'cause this man's style show stopper
Pistol popper, you ain't ready if I let this hot thing hit you

Feel your stomach like spaghetti, fool, you talkin' loud
But you move too slow, tellin' niggas all your plans
Got you tied up in a van, nigga, what the fuck is up in the place to be
First, I want the money, nigga, then I want the fuckin' ki's
Kidnap robbery 'cause you said you wanted me dead

Since you want a nigger dead, buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40, nigga, I be comin' bad, got the sawed-off pump
With night vision, infrared, so, play me like a pussy
And you will get fucked, nigga, I'm hangin' out the truck
Buck, buck, buck, hit your nigga in the leg, hit yo' bitch in the gut
But we know where your ass stay, so your ass will get touched

Speaked the wrong words I'm high on them herbs
And you will get touched because yo' ass deserve
To get done real fast in front of yo' kids to show 'em

What real type of bitch you is and it's that boy named
Three to the two, forever stayin' true just a player makin' due
And I gotta tell it to the whole wide world, how you got bitched
Razor neck just like a motherfuckin' girl, little muthafuckin' girl

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UGK - Top Drop Dyne Lyrics

Top Drop Dyne Lyrics - UGK

Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town

[Chorus:]
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town (swangin on fo's)
Top drop down, top top drop down
Top top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town
Top drop down when I'm ridin through the town (swangin-swangin on fo's)
Top drop down, top top drop down
Top top drop down when I'm ridin through the town

[Pimp C:]
When the top starts fallin the bitches start callin
My trunk start bangin and the fo's start crawlin
The drank mixed up, in the cream soda bottle
Her lips, hit my dick that's why I smashed on the throttle
Swisha Sweet candy, Robert Davis in my cup
I'm swervin like Bootsy but I couldn't give a fuck (fuck)
You see this car? (You see this car?)
You see this truck? (You see this truck?)
They both for me now watch them girls get buck (buck)
Ain't shit friendly but we still have fun (fun)
UGK for life, you know the Pimp and the Bun (Bun)
The great state of Texas, candy in the Lexus
Dick for them hoes jaws, pistols for the flexers
Somebody asked me why I'm ridin on the East
All I did was told the truth, the bullshit niggaz cease (cease)
If you ain't hatin nigga why the fuck you mad?
If your records ain't sellin, get your fingers out ya ass, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Well it's the king of the trill (trill) wood wheel in my palm (palm)
Yeah I'm sittin sideways on suedes smokin that bomb (bomb)
The granddaddy kush mixed with a little O.G. (fo' sho')
That's my breakfast, Off top I gotta blow three
Not to mention codeine, liquid and the pill (pill)
Bloats on my grill with my hand on my steel (steel)
Just another day in the life of a King
So while the candy paint drip, and the Cadillac swing
I'ma gon' and pop the trunk, surely but slowly
Let you see my name in lights, just so you know me
I'm gettin more points than Kobe, for my G-ness
Regardless of who's comin after me you gon' see list
Rims ain't big enough, paint don't glisten
And your trunk don't even rattle from your Colby Jet system (no)
Your slab ain't holdin, ain't no use to you frontin
And I'm fin' to shut the game down when I push the button
And the... [echoes]

[Chorus]

[Cory Mo:]
Swangin on fo's nigga, uhh
Back on the slab for the first time, I'm full of that purp' nine
Boys mad at me cause I know what I'm worth now
Droppin them tops down, beatin the blocks down
Leavin 'em with they mouth wide, stuck at the stop sign
Blow-Pop candy paint glistenin off my panky rang
Listenin to some old school Underground Kiiiiingz
So you know I'm sittin on swaaaaang
Cory Mo about to do the damn thaaaaang
In the butter guts with the diamond in the back
King Kongs in the trunk, hit the switch and watch it crack
I'ma let my paper stack and quote nothin but facts
So don't "ax" me nothin partner 'less you droppin some cash (cash)
Now she hoppin it fast (fast) that's just how I like it (like it)
Turn around and show me somethin girl I'm gettin excited (oooh)
Ain't nobody trippin cause the money already made
I done said it befo', so I'ma say it again
And let my top drop dowwwwwn

[Chorus]

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UGK - Three Sixteens Lyrics

Three Sixteens Lyrics - UGK

(Feat. DJ DMD)

[Bun B]
Whassup, muthafucka? Yeah it's the funk droppa, the punk stoppa
The trunk poppa ready to break y'all off somethin proper
You know I'm a villain, so why try?
Fuck a glock, I'm throwin a glock party, darin niggas to drive by
I came to smoke a son of a bitch that went for his but didn't pull it
Fast enough and got blasted up with a bullet
I'm snipin, I got you in my scope so what's the use of tryin to bail?
I'm ready to catch a case but not for yayo, for a murder, mayne
187 ways to rip ya spine out anytime you wanna test
Say you never heard of pain? Wait till I pull my nine out
And empty out a clip in yo chest cavity
Haven't we been known for takin it
To the sucka muthafuckas that was fakin it
Makin it known I gots my chrome in my ride
And I'm fried, P.A. worldwide from the west side, fool!
Yeeeah, I'm serious! And this is one of three sixteens!
Yeeeah, ya bastards! I'm serious, this is only one of three sixteens!
Straight up, I'm serious! That was only one of three sixteens!

[DJ DMD]
Now check this shit out, haha ...
It's DJ DMD, back with that funk flowin laaazy
Kinda craaazy, never letting niggas fade me
I'm a little fast on the trigga
Niggas I get my blast on nightly, you don't wanna fight me
Take yo ass on down the block, I keeps my shit cocked
So knock on wood cuz shit could get hot
On this spot, some niggas catchin lead shots
Cuz ain't no wipin off these red dots
Now try me if ya think I won't bust
Shots to ya dome will leave ya ass in the dust, nigga
Cuz ain't nobody droppin bigger hits
I'm makin tracks upon track upon tracks to make these niggas shit
And I'm down with some fa sho niggas
So tell me how you gon diss me with a clique full of ho niggas?
You keep yo ass in yo muthafuckin set
Or take a slug in ya muthafuckin chest, Reggie, mark ass nigga
Ya punk bitch!

[Bun B]
I'm serious! And this is two of three sixteens!
Ya punks, I'm serious! This is two of three sixteens!
Punk ass niggas, I'm serious! This was two of three sixteens!
Sixteen number three!

[Pimp C]
Some muthafuckas think they can go with me
But most of them niggas just some hoes to me
I got a lotta niggas that's down with me
But too many niggas like to clown with me
They act like they know me but they really don't
They ask me to come kick it, but they know I won't
I see they ass in PA, they don't know me, uh
I see they ass in Houston, I'm they homie
But, nigga how it feel to be a ho?
Gettin yo ass kicked at every muthafuckin show
Tryin to be a gangsta, but nigga yous a fool
And tryin to kick it with me, like me and y'all cool
But nigga let's see if you can with that chrome
I shoulda popped yo ass when you rolled into my home
But bitch niggas steal, and G niggas mack
And busta ass niggas gettin bullets in they back
And that's a muthafuckin fact!

[Bun B]
Ya little muthafucka! I'm serious! And that was three of three sixteens!
For any niggas that wanna test, come up and stress these three muthafuckin sixteens!
You can't fuck wit it, fool! We drops three of three sixteens!
And ain't a muthafucka tight like this, we droppin three tight ass sixteens!
Yeah, I wanna send this out to all them niggas in the ward
You know what I'm sayin, that drop all that muthafuckin shit
Like we drop that shit, and to all them OTHER muthafuckas
On that OTHER muthafuckin side, talking all that other blowsy ass shit
Y'all need to get back 'fore I get some muthafuckin shit on my toes
I done done it before, ho, and I'll do it again!
U-G-muthafuckin-K! 94! Eat a dick, godammit

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UGK - The Game Belongs To Me Lyrics

The Game Belongs To Me Lyrics - UGK

[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 don'trelle 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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UGK - Tell Me How Ya Feel Lyrics

Tell Me How Ya Feel Lyrics - UGK

[Jazze Pha:]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~! Ladies and gentlemen!
You are now tuned in to the very best (the very best)
This, is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
U.G.K., Pimp C (Sweet Jones) Bun B~!

[Chorus x2: Pimp C]
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' hoods, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin bitch, tell me how you feel

[Pimp C:]
I call my motherfuckin swangers on the slab, money on my mind (miiiind)
Twenty-fo' seven I'm out here on the grind (grind)
Wanna jack, that way to heaven, got somethin for ya spine (spine)
Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try (try)
I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C. (T.B.C.)
Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's (V's)
Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest (rest)
When jumpin out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest (chest)
Hangin 'round my neck (neck) blindin you niggaz (niggaz)
I ain't cappin, I'm just tellin you what's hap'nin
Some niggaz 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 (man)
Cause I'm a stand up in her and sin her cause she a winner (winner)
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin, y'all some beginners

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Yeah, swangin on Vogues...
Yeah, well I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind (grind)
The product of the product, and the cousin of crime
So get that fuck up out your mind (mind) I'm born to this life (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 (WHAT~!) while you niggaz lyin
Touchin us you niggaz dyin, kill you hoes, just for tryin
Death befo' dishonor (dishonor) you never see me testifyin
Standin on the stand, grab a workout in the yard
Trill niggaz 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
On my sheeit

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G
And you put 'em both together ('gether) what the fuck would you see
U.G.K. nigga, I'm fresher than a cashmere sweater (sweater)
When it come to keepin it trill, nobody do it better
Ain't no candy paint wetter (wetter) no 24's classier
No leather seats softer (softer) no other brothers classier
And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll mayne (okay)
Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control mayne

[Pimp C:]
UNGGGH~! 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'm a 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!

[Chorus: to fade]

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UGK - Take Tha Hood Back Lyrics

Take Tha Hood Back Lyrics - UGK

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas
Open up your mind
A lot of niggas hustlin backwards
Need to press rewind
There's some niggas playin dirty pool
Back alley bandits
They crossin up the trill
And man ya boy just can't stand it
Mothafuckas need to be repremanded and straight checked
These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck with a nigga then compromise your hood
Ya doin shit you know ain' cool
And to the good
Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
Using youngsters they hits stages, whole shit on the cool
Matter fact, fuck the cool
You niggas need to hear me
Breakin bread with certified snitches
Don't come near me (don't come near me)
You niggas givin these canaries all these passes
Fuckin gettin dough with a snitch
Get in they asses
I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101
These hoe ass niggas
Don't want none of Bun I'm takin they hood back

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
In 6 months your back?
Off with his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now you, re home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back

[Verse 2:]
I'm a G hell yea, Oh boy
Got ya bitch lookin mad
While them fingas so full
I drink hardl while you niggas drink bull
But the boy like? bam got pool
And I was taught to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down
Brotha burna zone, nigga
Hell yea I'm bout dat
Shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side
Leave yo house flat

[Verse 3:]
For the paper
Fuck small towns, go major
Fuck a cell phone go pagers
Young low frazier
Shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza
Some killa talk nigga
Some real talk nigga
We tha fingaz around whoever killed off nigga
And I put that on? steve
Young low bitch, I clap you and leave
Cause I'm takin the hood back

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
In 6 months your back?
Off with his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now you're home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back

[Verse 4:]
A 1008 Grams
Enough to get yo ass right
Ya smart with it, get caught with it
Enough to get yo ass life
From out here in these trenches
Ain't no fuckin love or second chances
Long time offender
Lose yo ass, get enhanced
Speak not, keep yo mouth shut
Investigate the whole place
Make em think it's cool
Follow that nigga round the whole day
The game ain't the same
It all changed for the worst
Nigga got the less time cause he came with it first
See I disperse to dope amongst convicted felons
Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit
Strictly keys
I kiss my paper
I was taught older niggas
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers
Soldier niggas, I'm alert
I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and shit
I show you how to stop that bitch
Get ignit with this choppa bitch
Tomorrow ain't promised
Snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
In 6 months your back?
Off with his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now you're home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back

[Verse 5: Pimp C]
I'm takin back the streets
Thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold with the heat
Candy coated rock balla
20 chop crawla
Bitches tryna steal my dick
I ain't bout to call her
There's a lot of niggas rappin, playin games
I don't see none of the shit
That you name
Where the car at (uh)
Where the bread at (uh)
Where the girl you say ya got tha fire head at (uh)
Where the rocks at (uh)
Where the glocks at (uh)
In yo mind and on the mic
The only place is at
That's my lifestyle I'm rappin bout
I'm havin everything you pussy niggas yappin bout
When you see some cocaine
You say you got it nigga
Bring me 10 thangs
He gotta call his connect and shit
And he ain't got it you counterfeit nigga
Nigga I'm takin my hood back

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
In 6 months your back?
Off with his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now you're home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin the hood back

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UGK - Take It Off Lyrics

Take It Off Lyrics - UGK

Take it off..
Baby take it alll.. off..

[Pimp C]
Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it
Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside
It ain't enough room to fit dem guls in my ride
It's onna, work somethin, twerk somethin basis
Makin big change, dancin in them tricks faces
She sleep in the day, but bump some booty at night
You kiss that thang and I'm out, cause she been playin with my pipe
Now get your mind right, hater, you a simp (a simp)
And I'm a red hot undercover pimmmmmp (pimmmmp)
That make them guls get down on the flo', On the flo'
Like a real live money makin pro, uhh

[Chorus: Pimp C]

You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick

[Bun B]
Unh..
It was a Secret that Victoria tried to hide
A little sly delight, I done pushed my pride aside
Just to slide inside, man I done died tonight
Now what I'm 'sposed to do? Been got close to you
Lookin like a poster to, don't wanna boast but you Missus
Do a Dr. Feelgood, lay a playa real good
Limpin came back, and it was still good, she will
Put a few tips in her mouth, that's that definition
Of them true chicks in the South, let me do my thang
On the cool quick to the crotch, get the beds but guess what?
We kickin them hot, shakin it soft, shoulda been here
She did eight and the law, but you was late and you lost
Man she was takin it off

[Chorus]

[Pimp C]
I'm sitting, touchin' with my diamonds on, and man I
Miss that boy Pac, sippin' liquor tryin' to grip the chrome
I keep a chip off in my cell phone, they used to call me Pimp C
But now the chicks they call me James Jones
And if I skip I'm back to D-slangin, keep them boys nod-headed
Keep the boppers with they butts swangin
I used to be the young playa holdin
Now I leave them guls with they jellyroll swollen, I'm rollin

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
Comin direct from the Gentlemen's, full of that flint again
Live on stage fellas, this is Cinnamon
Fine, Black and feminine, I'm fin to win, look at the sin I'm in
Full of hallucinogens, me her and her friends
Now the venom in my snake, wanna poison
Come in with a brother and the boys and
Make sure you don't forget to bring the toys and
We stuck it check it, we gots to keep em gettin bucked naked
Makin it soft, we keep these boppers takin it off

[Chorus x2]

[Pimp C]
Hold up

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UGK - Swishas And Dosha Lyrics

Swishas And Dosha Lyrics - UGK

Knalmtalkinbout? Like we always do about this time, bitch!

[Pimp C:]
I got candy in my cup (cup), candy in my car (car)
Candy on my wrist (wrist), candy on my car (car)
Smokin on this chocolate, my neck be sittin so sparkling
Man I feel so awkward-ward when I ain't got no barre to spliff
I keep a whole sip (whole sip), a whole clip (a whole clip)
In case these pussy niggaz wanna trip (uh!)
Fly high boy (boy), high fly boy (boy)
'Fore I fly high, lookin at them jackers in their eye (eye)
I remember when a rapper was a go getta (go getta)
Now all these rappers is some hoe niggaz (uh!)
Hide behind the guards at the show nigga (uh!)
Don't want no pussy, homosexual, On the low nigga
That's y'all (that's y'all), I from the old school (uh!)
Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short Dog (Dog), the real Short Dog (Dog)
Who see me drapin drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Swishas and dosha, blow when we driving
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we driving
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin big bodies
Swishas and dosha

[Bun B:]
Fuck niggaz bumpin gums, real niggaz be bumpin screw (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 who?), On boy's that's steady knockers
Got boppers that's steady jockin, goofy niggaz in my ear
Bitch I'm a self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here
Weak niggaz wanna plead their case (case), just to raise up out my face (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 online with them boys
So step your game up, build your name up, quit your talkin and quit your doin
All that planning and contemplating... when the fuck you gon' start pursuing?
Cars ain't driving themselves, mansions ain't building themselves
They waiting for Ed McMahon 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...

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]
I'm a tell you pussy niggaz once again (once again)
Ain't had no friends since I left the pen (uh!)
It's some niggaz I respect in the rap game (game)
But it's some niggaz that I better not hear sayin my fuckin name (uh!)
You say I love a stripper (bitch!), pullin down my zipper (bitch!)
That hoe was payin me, bitch don't try to play with me! (bitch!)
You runnin from the fight, hiding bitch, I stay with it (with it)
You gotta problem with me, go to Lil J with it

[Bun B:]
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
(But) probably not what they wanna see
Trill ass niggaz certified, ain't never been no wanna-be (naw)
Has-been's, Never-was, Past-due, Out-dated
Can't nobody from the North, East, West, Or South fade it (at all)
You talkin down but we comin up as well as comin down
So Pimp sum it up baby

[Chorus x2]

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UGK - Swishas & Herb Lyrics

Swishas & Herb Lyrics - UGK

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb

Sippin' lean, smokin' on some pine
Girl I'm pimpin', got money on my mind
Game is crazy, niggaz lazy, I got heavy fire
[Incomprehensible] put one on it bitch, it's still five for sure, for sure

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb

You know Bun B the business street soulja in the trenches
Frontline comin' down on twenty four inches
Dope boys hangin' on the corners and the benches
Sayin' it's a drout so it's plenty of heat pinches

Boy, used to come up from the rags to the riches
Plush lifestyle with the bad ass bitches
But now it's like the game is full of nothin' but some snitches
And wanna be gangsters that's scared to put 'em in ditches

Fed's takin' pictures so the cameras go click
And video rollin' while I'm holdin' my dick
They follow me around like they doin' they job
But while you watchin' me how many people gettin' robbed

Lets keep it trill 'cause we already know
What it already is and how it already go
That's why we chop blades comin' down real slow
Pop trunks, swang, riders slam Cadillac door
Pass the swisha let's blow

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb

Before we get started, every body roll up one for Pimp C
Before we go any further, take your lighter, light it up for me
Now let's go, now let's go and all the girls get down on the floor
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know

I'm whippin' big wheels, whippin' big wheels
Hope your drink don't spill whippin' big wheels
Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
[Incomprehensible] lady on my side, hey

And if you all down for me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
And if you all down with me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb

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UGK - Stop-N-Go Lyrics

Stop-N-Go Lyrics - UGK

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
We be pullin up in the hot shit and that's 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 it's only right for me to grip up on the cherry, Oak wood wheel while I'm 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 that's 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 that's 200, you gone go crazy nigga tryna count my money
I came from the bottom they hate me like I'm 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 that's 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 that's 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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UGK - Still Ridin' Dirty Lyrics

Still Ridin' Dirty Lyrics - UGK

[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 that's 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
It's the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas that's my land
Whos the man that's in demand
It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me
I put it down on that gulf bank but now I reside on that south beach
And I'm hustlin on the grind 72
Hours straight
No time to eat or sleep I'm slangin' licks and that just won't wait
I'm campaignin for a new Benz
On the rims with bubble lenz
I'm 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 that's 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 don't know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin
I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatin
Gettin money that's all I know
On my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes I wave the trunk just like a pro
I grind it's off to work I go I hustle hard it's no stop
And if I flop I switch to hustle
I learned the game then set up shop
I'm strivin' to make it to the top
It's all or nothin no turnin back
I'm with them boys out on the block
Accumulating them paper stacks
I'm makin money this where it's at
Whatever it takes crack or jack
In love with my money and that's 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 I'm ridin on that glassy chrome
All courtesy of my hustle game

Real hustlin's in my blood line
I don't 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
It's 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 that's my quest
I'm on the slow grind towards success
One of the best 'cause I keep it fresh
I'm one hundred isn't nothin less
And I'm STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

[Chorus]

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UGK - Still On The Grind Lyrics

Still On The Grind Lyrics - UGK

[Intro: Pimp C]
Steady long, steady wrong nigga Check one-two one-two one-two bitch Tony
Snow, know'm talkin 'bout? Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" hoe Percy Mack,
Sweet Jones, check it out

[Pimp C:]
Uhh, I stay on the grind, fuckin hoe defined Get ten all the time, lay my
Life on the line Sippin, smokin 'dro, pimp dick on yo' hoe Legs are on the
Stove, P-I-M-P on the low Gators swangin out, swangers hangin out Never
Bangin, I got work I slang it out Keep a yellow pro, and a brown horse And
A squad too, I'm the player's choice

[Bun B:]
So pimpin save your voice, hold your breath, shut your lip Hoe you can't
Handle Bun and you can't fuck with Pimp We like surf and turf, they call us
Steak and shrimp Know we shake and lames are famous but make it simp'
Trillest ever born, G'est ever built Fuck with us you'll be the deadest
Hoes ever killed Live from the corner, direct from the hood via satellite
Bitch, we the Kingz grippin wood and it's good

[Raheem DeVaughn:]
Hey, if you a hustler, it ain't easy Da, da, do-dahhh Da, da,
Do-dahhh And we're still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhh
Da, da, do-dahhh Yes we're still, we're still We're still, still on
The grind

[Pimp C:]
Uhh, I keep candy girls, big dick in they world Messin up they curl, bowlin
Ball paper swirl Gotta trap it white, baller candy bike I don't light it
Though; get too high, stay too low I live by the code, extra credit mode
Fuckin with that prince I keep a bankroll Livin by the land, P.A. by the C
Any nigga fuck with Bun he gon' die by me I'm my brother's keeper, not no
Movie shit My life is a film, I'm on some groovy shit I ain't Smoochie
Bitch, make girls do this dick Rich or tongue-in-cheek, bitch you's a
+Super Freak+ Bitch my name ain't Rick, bitch you think you slick Askin me
For rent, you better find a trick I ain't payin, you need to be payin me
Pussy a dime a dozen but the dick ain't free

[Raheem DeVaughn:]
Da, da, do-dahhh Da, da, do-dahhh Yeah we're still, said we're
Still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhh Da, da, do-dahhh
And we're still, still, still, still Still on the grind

[Bun B:]
UGK back in the game, bringin that crack and the 'caine Swervin 'Llac in
The lane, swangers click-clack in the gang We paper stack in the game
(Game) what you lack in the game Solid foundation, my nigga, no cracks in
The frame (frame) Bun B, that be the name, P.A.T. that be the town (town)
You see fingers up, that mean that haters down (down) And G that is the
Code, big body slab is the load (load) We get throwed, we the shit nigga,
Ask the commode We get skeptic mayne when shit get hectic mayne Roll with
The trill, we don't deal with the skeptics mayne Bring it on record mayne,
What you expected mayne (uhh) Bun and Pimp is back so just respect it mayne
(Yeah) We affected the game (game) we are not gonna change (change) Scrap
With lames it go brrrap-brrrap at your brain (brain) We insane singin licks
With them bricks 36 in the mix with no tricks, get a fix for your cliques

[Raheem DeVaughn:]
Da, da, do-dahhh Da, da, do-dahhh Said we still, every day We still,
Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhh Da, da, do-dahhh We still, we
Still, every day We still, still on the griiind Da, da, do-dahhh Da,
Da, do-dahhh We still, we still, hooo Still on the griiind,
Griiind Da, da, do-dahhh Da, da, do-dahhh Said we on the grind, we
On the grind Still on the grind The grind, the grind The grind, still on
The grind UGK for liiife

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UGK - Something Good (Pimp C's Remix) Lyrics

Something Good (Pimp C's Remix) Lyrics - UGK


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UGK - Something Good (Extended Version) Lyrics

Something Good (Extended Version) Lyrics - UGK

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