Pimp C]
Yeah, yeah... ah yeah
Heh heh, my man, My nigga D
*whisper* I left it wet for ya x12
[Verse]
My baby mama brother came and told me some shit
About a nigga talking about Pimp C ya wig'll get split
I laughed then I dashed cause I'm fucking your chick
She told me all she wanna do is ride my dick
She kick it with the nigga cause he give her the stacks
But every fucking night I try to break her fucking back
And now a nigga say that he wanna fight
But if you fucking around I'll put that fire in his life
[Bun B]
Man keep fucking it raw
And if he's trip then it's on
Never let a nigga say you a broad prove him wrong
Fool, I'm fucking this nigga girl now and he know it
Got a pistol but wont blow it, talking shit but wont show it
Yo it ain't nothing going on but nuts on they tricks
They never faking licks, sucking dick while I'm taking shits
I do a bitch bad and treat a nigga worse than that
And make sure you show him that fat gat you left wet for him fool
[Chorus]
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya nigga (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya nigga (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya nigga (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
[Pimp C]
I went to my nigga got that liquor dark
My nigga 3-2 came down with the water
A dip, dip, nigga trip, trip ya fried
I took my fucking pistol and shot a dopey in his eye
I ain't got no love for you fucking hos
I'm hot from smoking click, gotcha drippin on my fucking clothes
I got that fire bumpin in my brain
I'm thinking to myself, I need to go to selling caine
And all the time I'm bumpin W.C.
Cause it seem like he the only nigga making sense to me
And the shit ain't really the same
It's moving too fast, I just switched all of my aim
I'm rollin' in a raggedy ride, thinking about suicide
Puffing the green outside, nigga
And all the time I'm fried
I left it wet for ya nigga
[Chorus]
I left it wet for ya nigga (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya nigga (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya nigga (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
[Bun B]
I never loved a punk ass, sorry son of a bitch
Which is why I can't lie about the hate I said it straight
And never switched up my opinion, if you ain't down, you ain't down
That's that, just go get your gat little bitch
Holla back when your pistol pack
I promise anybody trying to be a bold bastard
Getting fried like that dip, I'm full of that dank and ready to trip
It's been a lot of niggaz swearing that they hard
Like I care and I be sharing slugs with some of them studs
And some of their barin, darin
Hoes and half playas, and hit the blunt and give it away
And see which one these niggaz wont be living today
Hey what's up? Got me a cup of that irk and jerk
Putting in work until I'm blown and never the 5-4 bitch
Cause I'm too cold, I expose like a bomb dropping them daily
So don't say we never told ya, how a trill nigga fold ya
Texas trilla O big baby, maybe you didn't know I gets my blast on
and let loose some of this stress, leaving blood all over your chest
Yes, I left it wet for ya fool
[Chorus]
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
I left it wet for ya fool (*whisper* I left it wet x3)
[Talking]
What a nigga trying to say is
Shiit, niggaz be straight up fucking your gal fool
And what you gonna do then? What you gonna cry?
Step up, get you a pistol
Know what I'm sayin? Busta ass nigga
Keep my name out your mouth boy, I ain't fucking wit ya
[sample repeated many times during song:]
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Mitch:]
Aiyyo Bun, there's a lotta niggaz out there
That's dissin Big Tyme and U.G.K. man
But them motherfuckers don't know where we come from or where we did it
But you know what I want you to do, tell 'em where you from!
[Bun B:]
Niggaz always askin what the fuck do trill stand for?
Trill mean if you ain't my nigga, what you shakin my hand for?
Trill mean if you ain't my bitch, don't sit on my lap
And if you ain't from P.A.T., nigga keep ya strap
The trill drink Olde E., out on 7th Street in Texas
Drive a 'Lac, or a Buick, motherfuck a Lexus!
Trill niggaz got the big nuts and big dicks
So what they hittin fo', fool? Roll that 4-5-6
Either wearin Dickies or they sportin Hi Fashion
Sellin dope and hatin doin {? } with a passion
Laws on the creep, so look for the nine twice
I bail to the shackle five-oh-three and roll some dice
Trill niggaz hit the car wash and make 'em shine
You better watch yo' ass when you see the 99
The trill niggaz only hit the streets when it's the night
At Circle K.R. Churches, to see who wanna fight
We don't take to new faces, quit airin P.A.T.
You cain't just runnin talkin 'bout - "Aiyyo, wassup G? ! "
Why you pullin out you hand? I'm pullin out my gat
Catch a blast muthafucka, you don't know where you at
Cause see now P.A.T. don't stand for "Punk Ass Tricks"
It's "Pullin All Triggers" and we pull them hoes quick
You talkin to a nigga with trigger-finger twitch
If you ain't from P.A.T., I'm unloadin on you bitch!
Ain't no punks where I'm from!
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Bun B:]
Yeah, ain't no punks where I'm from
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Bun B:]
Yeah, ain't no punks where I'm from
"Ya muthafuckin right"
"Cause where I'm from nigga, house some motherfuckin killas"
[Bun B:]
Bitch, ain't no punks where I'm from!
"Ya muthafuckin right"
CHORUS:
I'm pushin' down the ave. no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave. no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pimpin' down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight
These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.
Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that,
Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that
Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied.
I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine.
Wicked women using children to live on
When I hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone
Say man I stop smokin' with haters back in 94
But niggas thinkin' that a sweeps gone get the through my door
And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,
I know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face
Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean
Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean
Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like
So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life
CHORUS (2x)
I see these niggas and days go and come
And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm pissed
I grab my cis and I split my sista with my bunk
Some of my sweets be tight And some of my sweets be fucked up
But all of my sweets gonna blow so killas smoke get sucked up
I looked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play
But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way
I'm puffin' spliffs of hay Still upset about the drama here
At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears... shit..
But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me
So I have to be in that matter on that 5-0-3
I'm livin' dastardly
Must be all about survival G
These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me.
They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin that.
They try to steal a lad, and my wig they wanna peel it back.
But still the fact remains. It's all about the game swangin' bang
Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game
CHORUS (3x)
I'm pimpin' through the ave. tryin' to see some good
But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood
Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down
And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around
I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways
We all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight
My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep
The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets
And even though I'm gaining street fame comin' from this rap game
Lust for thankin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang
Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race
Some try to hold on to there place by smokin' with lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood
I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.
CHORUS (2x)
So it's your life...
[Bun B:]
Damn, already 3 in the mornin'
It's going down, leanin', drink your drink
Candy sweets, third coast nigga, UGK 'bout to wreck shop
Man, I'm larger than life
These motherfuckers ask, "Is it the bark or the bite?"
It's both, chillin' on streets you scared to park on at night
Just forfeit just like I'm becoming part of the light
And you, you goin' to be the biggest mark at the fight
I never understood what made you think you was handlin'
You half-ass runnin' through my neighborhood vandlin'
Next time I'ma light your world up like a canon
Get some Italians to play your ass like a mandolin
These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy
The feds tried to confiscate my 'llac and my Benzy
Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey
And one of my workers came up short with my ends see
Shit, runnin' the streets used to be complicated
But now it's all easy, drug is strong arm related
But never can a bomb be faded
Fool ring the alarm, pour the Don
[Chorus:]
I'm comin' down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout 3 in the morning, yawnin'
I wish I could come down but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leanin' off the dank and the good ole drink
I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drink
Fool comin' down fuck what these hoes think
[N.O. Joe:]
3 in the morning, just turned over
Pimped into my clothes
Got to get around some hustlers movin' in the Chevy Nova
Done flagged me down for some more of that brown
To go with that green, now they sittin' on lean
Now the light is green, got to get the snaps
So I bails from the scene, the watch is still packed
With dealers and fiends freakin' for G's and greens
See it's the same everynight
Niggas creepin' down G way and keepin' they head tight
Watchin' for laws 'cause you know they wanna hate
Jealous 'cause a nigga gettin' ahead of this paper chase
Can't place my face in these streets
But some niggas gotta hustle just to eat
Niggas jackin' and packin', they playin' for keeps
No peace of mind, keepin' my heat behind
No seekers see a lie to be caught sleepin'
By another nigga out creepin'
While I'm chillin' gettin' sweeted
[Chorus]
[Pimp C:]
What you see is what the fuck you get
Young Pimp C baby comin' down real wet
I got a pump in the 'llac 'cause
These niggas tried to jack us
But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of us
Came out the night club, 3 o'clock struck
Tryin' to holler at my people she in Lexus, I'm in truck
We 'bout to eat breakfast, we in Houston, Texas
The city of the crack, and the 'llacs, and the Lexus
I'm hollarin' at the body Courtney came with the love
We comin' down baby blowin' smoke in his lungs
'Cause I'ma candy sweet dipper, a big 'caine pimper
I'm playin' with the guitar, I'm squezzin' on the nipples
Even though this hoe look good and the pussy was tight
After I hiy, jump in my shit, I'm scratching off for the night
Fuck that laying in the bed with the hoe 'til the morning
Bitch I'm getting out here yawnin', coming back to reformin'
3 in the morning
3 in the morning
[Intro: Pimp C]
Where the hoes, where the hoes
Lookin', lookin', tighten up, tryin' to tighten up
Where the hoes, where the hoes
Check it out
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm coming down candy, I put in my work
Got a $10,000 link medalion hangin' on a $2000 shirt
The game's been good
And all the hoes wanna sit on leather and the wood
Bitches tryin' to price my diamonds
But that shit is just so common
'Cause they see a nigga shinin'
But I'm movin' too fast
96 karats if you think that you could manage
Got the drink and the salad
Now the bitch is on the ?
I'm comin' down Gulf way, I'm tryin' to see what's up
I see big ass and some titties
Now we flippin' in the 'Bourbon to the city
The attitude's shitty but I bought no plex
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Malcolm but I'm ridin' on the X
The highway was so wet, I'm slippin' out my lane
The bitch was on her knees, but now she's runnin' me a game
I bet you never seen a big truck like that
I bet you never got a dick sucked like that
The bitch didn't know that I was tapin' the whole scene
Now we watchin' that bitch suck me on a 5 piece screen
The glitter and the gleam, we saw them in the show
Chauffeurs and the sofas, hotel pictures and the hoes
I got the haters, and the jackers, and the million dollar crackers
Tryin' to close me down, but I got ghetto love
I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm comin' down richer than rich
So bitch you know you gotta gimme good stuff
[Chorus:]
Lookin' for that good stuff
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Tighten up on that backstroke
Ba ba ba ba da da da
Lookin' for that good stuff
Tighten up on that backstroke
Comin' down on fresh paint
Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke
[Verse 2: Bun-B]
We flippin' worldwide, P.A.T. International jetsetters
Bigger than the Hollywood letters
But don't get us confused, you lose when you bet us
Breakin' off the jealous with pitch black Barettas
My fellas and tellers who holdin' plates against them Texas boys
Bringin' the noise to haters in 9-6 plex
Like you major boy you have done played yourself
Too $hort smoked you like a Newport, and you bought
A one-way ticket to something bigger than you
Over your head and got scared
Exactly what I figured you'd do
Now who you kiddin', I'm slangin', bangin', and skiddin'
Busta playa moves and if you done it and did it
As I sit in the lap of luxury
DEA is tryin' to stick bugs to me
Undercover motherfucker tried to sell drugs to me
What could be more throw
Mafioso puttin' bombs under my load
Never show no grief miss the signs in the climate
Now I'm comin' down shinin'
Pieces and chains full of diamonds
I'm winin' and dinin' and caligula
Pretty boys gettin' off the hook
Bitches sayin' but I'm diggin' ya
But I know that make ya mega crunk
And make ya make it man it make a niggas wanna pop trunk
Got skunk from the Rasta, eatin' steak and lobster
Like a mobster and gots to be lookin' for the good stuff
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
[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)
[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
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
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
[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!
[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
[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-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh And we're still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh 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-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Yeah we're still, said we're still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh 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:]
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Ay yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-R-T
Texas where them trill ass niggas be livin naughty
Rollin' up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up my trunk and let's see what I have to sell
I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll meet your fuckin maker
Cause I ain't takin no shit on my guts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale, You betta bail before they find you in a ditch
This dope ain't yo dope and these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 Gauge in your muthafuckin guts
Don't make me pump this bitch and unload
Beat your feet muthafucka, hit the muthafuckin road
And don't even try to come back nigga yo
Cause me Dre and C got fingers on a fat trigger
We making too much money moving weight
And before you hit my cuts, you better get your shit straight
Cause it ain't safe to just try and show your ass up
Street sweeper booming cold blow your ass up
And ain't nobody scared to blast
We pull them triggers fast
And then we bailing on your bitch ass
But if your shit is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas
[Chorus]
[Blue Light:]
Niggas on the track dropping shit about T-X
As long as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checks
Young muthafuckas at the age of 16
Cooking up some yayo for the local drug king
The market's not open so they call it closed circuit
Short Short Texas watch them hard thugs work it
5-0's on the scene make the all time drug bust
Out next week slangin some more white dust
Real, oh so trill, the life's no glamour
At the end of my time is spent in the slammer
Fuckin up shit with the 9 inch chrome
So all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home
And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele, ounce of yayo, in jail make bail
From longs to short, it's constant dope sales
Stupid muthafuckas smoking dummies and noids in jail
On U.S.T., Crack University
Home of the Fightin Fiends, the streets reimburse me
Cops finding my stash, yo what could the worst be
Through so going undercover then turnin dirty
Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch
Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Calling my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas
[Chorus]
[Pimp C:]
I don't give a fuck who you be!
You ain't bout to sell no fuckin dope in P.A.T.
You could be Tony Montana in this bitch
Have a boat load of dope, but you still ain't selling shit
Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure
We gon let you come up and sell dope in Texas nigga
See you don't understand, it's our muthafuckin cuts
So step in, like I said before, we'll take them muthafuckin nuts
Ask the last nigga brought his fuckin ass down
Trying to sell that fuckin dope he bought in H-Town
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured
I'mma go to Port Arthur and run them fuckin niggas
Brought his fuckin gun, guess he should've bust
So they took his shit and put his dick in the dust
Stupid ass nigga had the nerve to come back
Rolling on the cuts in his white Cadillac
Got to the block and the guns just exploded
Shot his car up with the 9, and the clip that he unloaded
Sent the nigga home to his momma like a ho
They jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest
Cause where I'm from nigga house some muthafuckin killers
So have your shit attached, before you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas
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?
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, yeah
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money, yeah
Man, I refuse to let these bitches take away my pride
Them hoes can lock my body up but they can'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 ones 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
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, oh ho
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money
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
And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope
I know your 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 20?s 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'
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, oh oh
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money
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 can't no man tell you what's wrong or right
Right, right, right, right
H-Town women
(This is so soulful right now)
Chocolate women
(This is so soulful right now)
New York, New York women
(UGK)
A-Town women
(Raheem DeVaughn, Kweli)
This is for Chi-Town women
(My real women)
My Midwest women
(My Midwest women)
Down South women, the West Coast women
All of my women
Now bein' King of the Underground's a title I wear with pride
Like my syrup and swisha can't leave without it when I ride
Even though I'm the king of the city where I reside
I wouldn't and couldn't do it without my woman on my side
Sometimes I got it figured out, sometimes I'm confused
I win 9 times out of 10 but now and then I might lose
But no matter the road I choose and how the drama unfold
A playa always got his better half right on his shoulders
She gon' hold me down to the fullest, rainy or sunny
She seen me ball out of control and dead broke with no money
So when the game got funny, she ain't pack up and roll
She help me get back on my feet now man that's way too cold
If you got a down woman wit'chu keepin' it true
Don't try to hate, appreciate her for the things that she do
This dedicated to the dedicated ladies that stand up
If you keep it real wit your man then put your hand up, c'mon
This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)
They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)
This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)
They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)
I'm 'bout to spoil you, show you my gratitude
I love the all of you, even your attitude
Never gonna give you black-n-blues
That's abuse, I'm not that dude
Take it back to when I held yo' hand
And my name became yo' back tattoo
I love the fact that you don't need me to make you whole
Doin' it fast or takin' it slow, you know when to let me take control
And I apologize for puttin' tears inside them eyes
When I wasn't fair didn't compromise
Put you in fear when I told them lies
How I love to dive inside them thighs I love your cockiness
Ain't gonna ask if you roll in rap you know this right it's obvious
I'm an Underground King with a winner down
Queen I'm fin' to let her know
This ain't about bling, this ain't about cream, I never let her go
We smokin' love, you know what's up
This for the real women, that's you? Throw it up
'Cause your man's so focused
You rub your lips lovin' the bub 'cause I open you up
You got my back whether broke or re-up
In the crush limousine 'cause we rollin' up
This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)
They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)
This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)
They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)
Uh, you was down from the get-go
I put it down with them silly hoes
Ridin' tryin' to get the dirty do'
Didn't know what my life was gon' have in sto'
'Til my karma came
And you was right there tryin' to have my thangs
When the chips all fell down
You was the only one I had around
Saved my life when I was 'bout to drown
Girl you my queen, come and get your crown
Now I keep you with the nice thangs
VVS ice blings, 10-karat diamond rings
If I ain't tell you with the biz
Girl you my baby 'til the end
And I'ma treat you like a king supposed
Keep you ridin' Rolls slammin' matchin' do's
This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)
They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)
This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)
They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)
H-Town women
Chocolate women
New York, New York women
A-Town women
This is for Chi-Town women
My Midwest women
Down South women, the West Coast women
[Incomprehensible]
I just bought me a Coupe De ville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin'
Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe
Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Throwin' all packed [Incomprehensible] and we all wear vests
When the shit pop out, who gonna stunt
Nigga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk
These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk
Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
These niggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk
You niggas didn't know that I was out of control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo'
Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no niggas
In my face, trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people God and my mama
Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss
I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend
[Incomprehensible] on the Gin, I think he said, "Trippin' once again"
It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin' past yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya
You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I specialize in havin' bump
You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk
These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
'Cause I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk
Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
Smokin' at the Tittie bar I had to pop the trunk
Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye
I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs
And ask my agent bout my fuckin' shoe size
But fuckin' wit' us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk
These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
Man I'm sippin' on [Incomprehensible] poppin' the trunk
Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
[Incomprehensible] I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk
I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cell we 'bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on Hennessey [Incomprehensible] I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
Smoke somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
[Intro:]
You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean
Fly women and fancy thangs, fly bitches and pinky rangs
[Chorus:]
You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean
Fly women and fancy thangs, fly bitches and pinky rangs
You ain't never seeeeeeeeeeeen
A pimp that's rollin this clean, oh yeahhhhh
[Pimp C:]
You ain't never met a nigga like Pimp C hoe
'Fore you come into my room take off your shit at the do'
If you comin to my hotel then you came to fuck
And if you fuckin with a Pimp then bitch your game is up
If your bitch get mad when you play this talk
Put her ass out on the highway, make that bitch walk
I ain't make this shit, fuck this shit old
You need to stop treatin these bitches like ladies
and these nice ladies like hoes
Standin on the front row, man this hoe a trip
She done opened up her legs and let me scope the pussy lips
Later on tonight, I'ma get behind her
I hope this bitch don't act like Pimp C care for no vagina
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Well you can catch me shoppin, checkin out the hoes boppin
Choppin up game to keep 'em lap hoppin
Pop in to the {?} show-stoppin
Proppin up a wheel and maybe ass droppin
Breakin haters off can't be mistaken for fakin
Fools are the ones left shakin, flakin
Marijuana deals with Jamaicans
Bakin up the powder to a fat cake an'
Mashin from the scene almost crashin, flashin
Cop lights keep a player dashin
Cash-in, on the crack course, paper stashin
With a passion for high-priced fashion
My dang clothes and my eighty-fo's clanky
God thank ye, motherfuckers actin cranky
Stanky, attitudes be janky
I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky
[Intro + Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Think I ain't heavy strokin, you must be jokin
Tokin, on some shit I don't even be smokin
That coke and, marijuana got yo' ass loc'n
Croakin, sleepin motherfuckers 'til they woken
I'm still crunk at five in the mornin'
Why yo' ass yawnin? I'm flowin 'til the crack of dawn an'
Laughin as ya pawn ya posessions
Yes it's been worldwide tested
Showin off my diamond investments
[Pimp C:]
A bitch, ain't shit to a pimp
A twenty ounce steak and some fried side of shrimp
A 600 S's, now the 6 drop
Everything I ride original no kits on them chops
18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires
When I ride by all them bitches get they pussy all on fire
Bitches say I highside, hoe it ain't no thang
Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp the pinky rang
[Intro + Chorus: x2 with ad lib talking over]
[Outro: UGK]
Whassup Rick, yeah, hold up hold up
What's up Greek, whassup
Goodie Mob, Organized Noise, Geto Boys knahmtalkinbout
OutKast, you know Atlanta in the house
Jackson in the house and Memphis in the house
New Orleans in the house, hold up
Man I'm comin down like that, comin down like that
Comin down like this, I'm comin down like this
Comin down like that, comin down like that, hold up, hold up
Huh, hollerin at the Boys off Botany (the Boys off Botany)
Dem boys off Scott, dem boys on the Scott
Hollerin at the boys, hold up man, hold up
Talkin 'bout the South, talkin 'bout Screw
Talkin 'bout the North, I'm talkin 'bout the North
Talkin 'bout the East, I'm talkin 'bout the West
Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper faster than
These other lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke
You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
This C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
Original old school rock balling rappers
Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
Now, what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play?
See, we makes a bitch pay like a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay wouldn't sit still, fuck how this shit feel
This ain't studio pimpin', this shit real pimpin'
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that we go don't stop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser
Sweet Jones, Gripping Grain
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
Popping pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war, I'll take you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got don't stop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
Bitch, niggaz getting hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades
I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking keys
Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my mouth
Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes with a frown
Niggaz with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got them rubbers
Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like wicked witch
Always got to watch your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch
Now see, let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
What the business, what the deal, man, these hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you fucking with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
Bitch, I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Now nigga, now you talking hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit, bitch, walk
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got, don't stop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades
Say baby, y'know, you ever here with a nigga, y'know
Why don't you uhh, hook a nigga up, y'know
Suck a dick or somethin?
(Fuck you trick I ain't down with suckin no dicks)
You know what time it is, you know you wanna suck a nigga dick
Why don't you just go ahead and do that?
(Why don't you eat some of this pussy? You know ya down with all that?)
Nah I ain't with eatin no motherfuckin pussy
You got me FUCKED up, just suck a nigga DICK!
(Bitch you like eatin the pussy REAL good)
Nah I ain't with that shit, check THIS shit out
[Pimp C]
Bitch, I ain't even tryin to hear that bullllshit
About what your ho ass don't suck and what ya ass don't lick
So you can get your knees dirty ho
Or either get your ratchet ass out my fuckin do'
Cause I'm Pimp C, I put a bitch in her place
Get down on your knees, I put my dick in ya face
Cause that's how the shit gotta go, heh
with the average everyday South Texas ho
So bitch what's up with the suckin action?
Cause my dick need that satisfaction
(Bitch, you ain't even my type)
Yeah ya momma said that but she still got me right
(Aww nigga my momma don't even do that shit)
Bitch yo' momma suck a MEAN ass dick
But I don't need ya anyway trick, huh
Cause I'm so bad, I can suck my own motherfuckin dick
[Chorus]
"I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
"I'm so, I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
"I'm so, I'm so bad, I'm so, I'm so bad"
"I'm so, I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
"I'm so, I'm so bad, I'm so bad"
"I'm so, I'm so, I'm so bad, I can suck my own"
"I'm so, I'm so, I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
"I'm I'm I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
[Interlude]
"I'm so bad".. "I'm so, I'm so bad"
"I'm so bad, I can suck"
"I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
[Pimp C]
Rollin down the street the other day
Saw this FINE ass bitch, said you wanna play?
We went to her crib, straight in the house
Went in her bedroom I put my dick in her mouth ha
I said you suckin it real good honey
Took my dick out her mouth started talkin bout money
Ain't this some shit you ho?
Stopped suckin my dick to talk about CASSSSH flow
Bitch you got me bent like a pole
Cause that shit you sellin ain't gon' never be sold
So bitch just fuck what ya talkin
Just suck my dick or you can start to walkin
Cause you're fine, but your face gotta go
That's why we rode down the motherfuckin backstreets, ya ugly ass ho
Fuck you ol' country ass hick
Cause I'm so bad, I can suck my own motherfuckin dick
Ha-hahaha!
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
Bitch you must don't know
That I'm Pimp C, and I'm the motherfuckin..
Man, fuck this shit
I ain't rappin no more about these ol' chickenhead
skanky-ass bitches, but I'll tell ya like this
Burt's so bad, he can suck his own dick
Chris so bad, he can suck his own dick
Bun B so bad, he can suck his own dick
Ron so bad, he can suck his own dick
Tang so bad, he can suck his own dick
Kye so bad, he can suck his own dick
Will so bad, he can suck his own dick
The rest ain't that bad, hahahahahaha!
[Bun B]
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast
cash movin stacks, then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin crack viles
[Pimp C]
Back in the days they used to run up sayin Pimp C what ya know?
I tell em get this crack and get the fuckawayfrommehoe!
Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you can't change they ass I guess
take a Brilo pad to the chest
now they won't leave me alone
cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stones
[Chorus:]
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone
[Pimp C]
I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free
[Bun B] Now what did C?
I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers
Everybody in my faaamly was clockin loot
Sold my cadillac and bought a lexus sports coupe
I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make
It's to the point where I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed still drink beer and toke
Now all them laws won't leave me alone
Cause they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs
Paid like a muthafucka clientel is growin
It's gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin
suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump
fuck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit mine
Got my money totalled for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta bird on they ass
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is comin up like the fuckin mob
My workers got workers everybody makin green
gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Business boomin daily, my product sellin fast
me and my nigga C is makin money out the ass
This shit is gettin silly dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail ain't no spendin time in jail
I gotta make the sales cause it's all about that green
Mo worker mo workers, my face ain't on the scene
My attitude is mean cause I keepin my respect
Ain't nobody out of line cause I got em all in check
I broke a cops neck cause he step outta place
Dead pig, murder 1 now I got time to face
The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
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
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
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest
I got my mind on my paper it's time for collectin'
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 PA short Texas, servin' trees on the 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
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
Uh, 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
Uh, now nigga look at how the time change
Change, check out the Jordan's 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
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
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
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
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block
[Infinity]
Well, it's me, the I-N-F-I-N-I-T-Y
comin on the m-i-c to let you know that I
I'm sick and tired of weak-minded two cents brothas
Only out for one thing, and that's to get you undercovers
You wanna lick me down, strap me down
Think you're gonna toss on me, well I won't be around
For you to put wear-and-tear on my body
If you know like I know
You better go cause I ain't even hottie
To tell you the truth, you ain't that major
Cause you made a little album and you getting the papers
Well, it's my turn and you're catchin the vapors
Before you know it, you'll be askin for favors
Remember back in PA?
When you were constantly jockin and callin my everyday
The truth hurts huh, and you won't admit
Cause, you're too busy thinking you're the shit
YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!!
[Bun B]
Hold up dammit, you got the wrong man
I hate to bust your bubble
but, I'm down to drop a load, then I'm gone man
Ain't with no relationships and suckin on toes
I LIKE A ONE NIGHT STAND, JUST KICK IT WITH SOME HOES!
You down with that jimmie, then it's on!
The 9-2 king of the quickie, so get me then I'm gone
Just open up, and you gone get got
Ain't no kissin and huggin, I leave you sleepin in the wet spot
Let me in it, and let me out
Wham bam thank you ma'am, yeah that's what it's all about!
And, don't take it personal when I bail on ya
Just smoke a cigarette and kick it in the sauna
Cause havin me all on ya ain't the lick
You're down for a love affair
BUT SEE, I'M ONLY DOWN FOR A QUICK STICK!
So, check your watch or your clock
Cause, I ain't about havin nobody feenin on my jock!
YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!
[Infinity]
I got to have some time to get to know ya, let me date ya
Cause one night stands ain't really in my nature
I need some substance to take it
I love you on the first night, ain't even gonna make it
Cause broken hearts, I don't had enough of
I need sensuality, not a bunch of broke love
If you can provide it, let's have it
Take your time baby, stop jumpin like a rabbit
Let's start somethin on a come-up
We can have it goin on here from sun-down to sun-up
Don't try to run up in me fast
I want to find out how long can B-U-N B last
Pass the ice and the honey, the money you can keep
Watch your back at all times, one eye open when you sleep
I can't have you for a part-time lover
Infinity has found another
CAUSE YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!
[Bun B]
Love you down but only for a little time
B-C-B, baby, I'm goin down for mine
My my my, I see you want me to spend the night
No, not quite, I did my part, now I'm takin flight
You just might see me again, but not soon
You can keep the wedding
I JUST WANT THE HONEYMOON!
You might be good, but see - that ain't even the point
I got all that I wanted, now I'm out of this joint
So, you can pass me my draws and pass me my cap
Cause, I ain't go be here when you wake up from your nap
And, that's the haps, no ifs ands or buts
Now, pass my matchbox, so I can hit the cut
I love them guts, but not enough to stick around
So when I raise up, you can keep on layin down
I HATE TO CLOWN, BUT THAT'S LIFE AS I SEE IT
YOU'RE LOOKIN FOR A FULL-TIME MAN, I CAN'T BE IT!
Cocaine, cocaine
I'd like to introduce you all to
Cocaine, cocaine
UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun B
Cocaine, cocaine
Pimp C in the house y'all put your hands together
Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
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
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
They call it cocaine, cocaina, yayo
Coca leaves, 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
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
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 convertibles
And my yayo to PA, 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
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
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 C 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 B 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 preceeds 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 C 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
[Pimp C]
I gotta come down, I got a bangin trunk
So when I come through you feel the slab just bump
Them niggas sipin syrup and them bitches on that gin
Man hit that sweet one time for Smoke-D locked down in that pen
I'm blowin out the window, you know I'm rollin glass
I'm bumpin that Screw, that t-a-t, that boy actin a ass
Cause down in Texas nigga, we got our own stores
We got the baddest bitches and we roll the freshest cars
I flip to New Orleans by you clask I'm on the scene
Got dress improvement steam I step out that bitch so clean
I poured out some liquor on the street for that fool Todd
He was a trill ass nigga never came at me prod
Man I was talkin to Playa G just the other night
He told me about this nigga that was talkin about me shife
Fool nigga this UGK Bun and C we run the streets
And tell your bitch ass brother he can't fuck with my beats
So if you wanna be bangin nigga the good shit don't come cheap
I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a G
Cause fool this ain't no game nigga all about my change
I'm comin baby Fleetwood swangin on them thangs
[Chorus x4]
I gotta come down
I gotta stay real
I gotta break them boys off bumper and grill
[Bun B]
Now tell me what it's all about in the south
Big gold grill in you mouth
Much leather inside yo car, on yo back, in yo house
Sit in a nigga's ride the seats feel like a couch
Big keys in my pouch
Bitch if it hurt say ouch
Now if I look like a south don't try to cap
You know a nigga like me be ridin dirty with big dope up in his lap
Oh, but when I'm shinin bitch I'm blazin
Hoes shrivlin up like raisins talkin bout it so amazin
How big Bun be rollin through Texas with sexy hoes keepin they wig done
Bustas bite the big one
From dis to dip this swisher houses
Let's flip from that maker maker to that after hours on Scott
They always drinkin trip mixed with crush 75 or 4
Make a nigga wanna fuss, but I can't
Cause I need the rush of codeine so I can lean
I prop a pill
Cause I'm trill to the bone
Crushin with that crome
[Chorus]
[N.O. Joe]
What's up bruh this N.O. Joe representin gumbo
Funk in you trunk that got yo ears wide open like you dumb ho
I'm livin larger than most a coast to coast slipper
That ice-bowl sipper that's never known to be a set tripper
Too many diamonds for you to try to look at directly
Haters don't check me they respect me
A pistol packin, no shank, shiny grill, full tank
Checkin out these bustas thinkin they real when they ain't
Y'all call me mister foreign
I'm comin down at navy porscha
Either way I'ma be a highway scorcher, blunt torcher
I'm catchin out doin 120 on the tallway the whole way
Turnin the corners that I once hung out
I got the boppers strung out
Walkin around with they tounge out
Naw, I stay behind the wheel grinnin
Burnin 500 dollar rubber, 5000 dollar rim spinnin
[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
'cause u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger
Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)
Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp bitch
and never put trust in a trick ass bitch
[chorus x4]
I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (uggghhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
fix your lip
I done told yah
we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
'cause I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm deadly like Freddy
I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much stress in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
'cause I ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
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 hamhock,
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 Palacades to the Prominade.
Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day.
That's the gamewe 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.
Pimp C bitch! So what the fuck is up?
Step wrong nigga and I'll take ya fuckin' nuts
Got mo' dope than a pharmacy ho
Got a job for the city bitch I'm shovelin' snow
South Texas motherfucker that's where I stay
Gettin' pussy from these bitches every god damn day
Kick it with a trill nigga so you best not trip
Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Gangsta Nip
Southern weight, get it straight, fuck them 20's and 10's
On the low my fuckin' momma, no such things called friends
Motherfucker either down or the motherfucker ain't
And if ya bitch ass ain't, then ya dick is in the paint
If ya gal look fine you better hide the bitch
'Cause if I find her I'ma fuckin' make her suck my dick
That dope for your momma and your sister too
And if I'm locked down then tell that shit might go with you
Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em sucker
Fuckin' 'round with C you'll be a dead motherfucker
Nigga only 17 but I'm runnin' the show
Sellin' dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha!
I think it's only fair that I should knock on wood
'Cause my bitch is on the street, pussy sell real good
And all my ho know not to trip, bitch fuck pretty
I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya fuckin' titty
Hoe niggaz forty-five tryin' to, get with me
Sellin' fifty dollar slabs as I'm slangin' them Ki's
If you need to get some powder I'm fully supplied
I got the, cocaine in the back of the ride, motherfucker!
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!, Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Yeah it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the [Incomprehensible] trade
Pockets fat as fuck from all the ducats the brother made
Hoes like to jock but see I try to contain 'em
They droppin' them drawers because I move they cocaine in
But I just laugh, 'cause pussy games be triflin'
The legs get spread, I cut that ass like a knife then
Bust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sink
And buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn chink
Dope games keep ya sick just like a disease
Movin' Ki's makin' G's, hoes drop to they knees
Little kids on the corner, steady grabbin' they nuts
Sayin', "I wish I was Bun when I grow the fuck up"
Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims
Khaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brim
Black gat fully loaded nigga come with respect
Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' goddamn neck
Big dick in my drawers, the niggaz from down South
Down to put a twelve guage in yo' goddamn mouth!
Think I'm playin' bitch try me, it ain't no thang
Put them hands up bitch and kiss this goddamn ring
'Cause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a day
Cocaine from Argentina to the Frisco Bay
D. E. A. try to stop me yo but they shit ain't cold
'Cause the nigga's got politicians on the big time payroll
Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
Reported missin on the news, they singin' the blues yo
'Cause if they get my money nigga I'll let it slide
Just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, bitch!
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
[Pimp C:]
You Stayin' with that bitch, layin' with that bitch
Fuckin' all your paper off, playin' with that bitch
At first all you wanted to do was fuck with the bitch
Years pass by, now you stuck with that bitch
You fightin' more and more, now you fed up with the bitch
But you knew that was a ho when you hooked up with the bitch
But you trusted the bitch, 'cause you lust for the bitch
You suck on her pussy and bust nuts in the bitch
Now she 'round this motherfucka pregnant and shit
But a child to the bitch is seen as nothin' but a lick
The next thing you know, the bitch got you in court
Tryin' to get your paper, callin' it child support
Takin' half of your shit, talkin' 'bout a divorce
If you don't know the game, then here's a crash course
They say "You live with the bitch, so your common law married"
And the bitch dun got accoustomed to the paper she been gettin'
[Chorus: Devin The Dude]
Ain't that a bitch? [Pimp C:] Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch? Now ask yourself...
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch?
[Bun B:]
I got a letter from the government the other day
I open and read it, it said "Fuck UGK!
We been watching your success ever since you niggas dropped.
We would've spoke a long time ago, but we thought you would've flopped.
Man, you two niggas got some nuts, to graduate to mainstream status,
From being two broke bastards from off the cuts.
Growing up in town with population 50, 000.
Only 3 high school, 8 sets of low-income housing.
Look, when you did "Too Hard To Swallow", we thought it was a fluke.
We you boys came "Super Tight" we played it Cool Hand Luke.
"Ridin' Dirty" went gold with no video, we gave a break.
But this MTV award nomination shit just took the cake.
So read this letter real good and take it as a warning.
We'll be watching when you sleep and when you wake up in the morning.
The people that you running with and everything you do.
Sincerly yours, nigga, you know motherfuckin' who." Ain't that a bitch?
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch? Now ask yourself...
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch?
[Devin the Dude:]
And just when you thought that pussy was specially for you
You put all your trust in the bitch, and guess what she do
'Round two in the morning that hoes gone
Then she come home with some different clothes on
I guess the bitch is so fine, that you pay it no mind
You ask her where she been, she say with one of her friends, that hoe lyin'
Her pussy is a gold mine, well that's how she feels
And she can get a few things in exchange for cheap thrills
The price of pussy is turnin' some women to whores
And just because they give you some pussy, it ain't yours
So I don't trip on it but I'll stab if I can
Then wipe off my weapon and turn into the travelin' man
See like, I fucked Ruby Tuesday, but friday I had to slap the hoe
The bitch got knocked up by Roscoe and said I'm the Pappadeaux
In this game they got a name for a chick
Who's gettin' rich for lickin' nuts 'n dick. Ain't that a bitch?
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch? Now ask yourself?
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a bitch? Now ask youself?
Ain't that a bitch?
[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]
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
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
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
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
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
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
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee
And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we 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, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders, leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it
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
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
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
Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, 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
Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin
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
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
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
One with a trigger, two with a bat
Three big brothers four
Wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw
Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp dude
Before I have to pull a gat and get real rude
I don't figure that it's worth gettin' hurt
Just cuz ya gal wanna give me that skirt
Bet it feels funny when ya doin' 69
Knowin' that ya sippin' on all my jimmy wine
And when ya get a kiss, do ya feel bad
Knowin' that ya swallowed on a skeeter that I had
You wanna step to me but I don't really think you should
I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin' good.
[Chorus]
Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah
Tell me somtheing good, oh yeah, yeah
Tell me something good, oh oh, tell me baby, tell me
Tell me somthing good, oh baby, baby, baby yeah
[Verse 2: Bun B]
What's up with that bulge in ya khakis
You wanna pack a gat but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me
You betta bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw
Cuz by yourself you runnin' to the floor
I seen your kind before man you nothin' with your hands
More than a punk but still less than a man
You talk a lot of nothin' when ya chillin' with the ladies
Let me catch ya by yourself, you're pushin' up some daisies
Now crazy you wanna be
But punks with no heart ain't hard
They just waitin' for Bun to pull they card
You betta keep you weak self locked in ya hood
Cuz without your boys I'ma have to tell you somethin' good
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
See brothers nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop
Gettin' all shot over a girl that I done popped
You need to check your gal and what she did in the past
Cuz if you know like me, you would drop her real fast
But I ain't bout to do her cuz I'm scared of that disease
Cuz she's passin' out the skinz like government cheese
But not me player cuz Pimp C wanna live
Have you had your test are you HI positive
But instead of gettin' checked you wanna fight with me
You need to check your blood and let somebody check your teeth
But if you don't step I'ma drop on ya fast
And pump off lead like bullets in your ass
I didn't do your girl but your sister was allright
Took her to my homeboy's caddy last night
She waxed my jimmy and then the little street tramp
Did me on a box of tens and a Pioneer amp
I hit if from the back and the girl just threw me
Turned me on my stomach and she scratched me on my booty
Now everybody in the world
Know that your sister is a nasty little girl
Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby, yeah
Tell me something good, oh yeah, yeah
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Now let's talk about these part time hustlers
Throwin' up a set that you ain't down with
Boy ya nothin' but a buster
Talkin' bout you down to pull a jack
Boy you couldn't jack a car when your tires caught a flat
I hear you talkin' all that pistol poppin' in the place
But if my boys ran up on you you'd probably pull some mace
I see it in your face you ain't got the heart to swing
Your hands be in your pocket when it's time to throw them things
Now every single day another brother pulls an act
He's tryin' to be trill but I can see that yellow stripe down his back
It's a fact of life I learned and understood
A brother ain't nothin' if he can't come and tell you something good
[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!)
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers
The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
Sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga
Polo horses on my bed-fuck Hilfiga
I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto, I'm a star
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my Glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lock-up boy, they slangin' rock up
And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my 'Pac up
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
It's time to hit the slab, Benz sittin' low
I'm puffin' on the 'dro, I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
They put it in they mouth and never say,"No"
Some nut suckin' hoes, I mean some dick suckin' pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like E 40 Pimpin' in a major way
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
I'm deep up in the street, I'm tryin' to fill my nuts
And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean
Shiny thru a [Incomprehensible] scene
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the Caddy, bitch, I'm fresher than Dentyne
Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco
From Philly to 'Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo
You better get some blades if you still ridin' this ho
Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's
I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please
It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues
It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros some real and some fraud
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em?
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Yeah, dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'?
Boys choppin' in the [Incomprehensible]
Choppin' in that 4th
Choppin' in the 5th
[Pimp C]
Ridin dirty
Straight up dedicated to the Cadillacs
Ridin dirty, know what I'm sayin
Comin down on the slab, boy
Ridin dirty, forreal tho, ridin dirty ...
Have you ever been rollin in a clean ass 'Llac
Blowin big out the window, everybody got a sack
Got my heat right between my seat, got a box of them thangs
In case these fools start playin with me
You'd be surprised how them boppers wink, girl I can't stop
Give my headlights a blink and roll them up out the top
And keep movin, and keep rollin
Fools that don't be holdin, I'm comin through and foldin
And I can't stand snitches, wanna kill alla y'all
Even though some bustas thought I'm still rollin like a ball
And having things my way, hittin that highway
Sellin that big yay, a plush-ass place to stay
Po-lice, they wanna run in
Talkin on cell phones got a lotta kids done in
I wanna live like Arnold, Willis and Mr. Drummond
And keep my paper sturdy, big birds and tight herbs
Fool, I'm ridin dirty, uh, whaaaat
Big birds and tight herbs, fool I'm ridin dirty
Ridin dirty, uh, whaaat
Fool, ridin dirty, uh ... whaaaat?
[Bun B]
Tell me can you feel it? Man, nothin can save ya
I believe it's that season for gettin yo papers
Or haven't you heard about them birds? We call it that cheese
In Texas we get it with ease, hit I-10 if you please
But these polices - they think they sharp as creases
For no reasons man, they straight up strippin cars to pieces
Out of suspicion, or if they thinkin you on a mission
Ain't no wishin or prayin, they sayin assume the position
Hands behind ya head, down on ya knees
You get the case and they get yo weight and yo G's
Come on! I use to ride them Port Arthur city streets
With a chick with pretty feets and a box of Philly Sweets
They tried to finish me but couldn't get it done
So somebody told the law Big Bun was the one ridin dirty
Man, somebody told the law Big Bun was the one ridin dirty
[Pimp C]
Sup PA, uh, what, ridin dirty
Beamount, yeah, uh, man, ridin dirty
Uh, ridin dirty, uh, ridin dirty
Uh, chillin in New York, ridin dirty
Uh, big D-Town, know what I'm talmbout, ridin dirty
That big H-Town, know what I'm sayin (wussup Southside)
Ridin dirty, uh, uh, ridin dirty
Uh, southwest ridin dirty, wussup Lord J (know what I'm talmbout)
Uh, that northside ridin dirty
Yeah, that westside ridin dirty
Uh, that, that, that eastside ridin dirty
Uh, California ridin dirty, fools in Oakland ridin dirty
My fool Spice ridin dirty, I know that fool Brad ridin dirty
And Big Mike ridin dirty, and all my fools ridin dirty
Uh, uh, whaaat, Baby ridin dirty
And Big Bun ridin dirty, fool Leroy ridin dirty
And Big Mitch ridin dirty,
Uh, uh uh, all my fools in Louisiana ridin dirty
Mister Chris ridin dirty, all my fools in Atlanta ridin dirty
South Carolina, North Carolina, ridin dirty
Flippin, dippin (ridin dirty) know what I'm sayin
Up in Washington, ridin dirty
Miami, Florida - where they film the Vice
Know what I'm talmbout? Ridin dirty
Uh, ridin dirty ... ridin dirty ...
* originally appeared on the Menace II Society soundtrack
(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast
cash movin stacks, then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin crack viles
(Pimp C)
Back in the days they used to run up sayin Pimp C what ya know?
I tell em get this crack and get the fuckawayfrommehoe!
Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you can't change they ass I guess
take a Brilo pad to the chest
now they won't leave me alone
cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stones
Chorus:
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone
(Pimp C)
I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free
(Bun B) Now what did C?
I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and started passin out them hovers
Everybody in my faaamly was clockin loot
Sold my cadillac and bought a lexus sports coupe
I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make
It's to the point where I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed still drink beer and toke
Now all them laws won't leave me alone
Cause they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones
Chorus
(Bun B)
Livin real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs
Paid like a muthafucka clientel is growin
It's gettin so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin
suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump
fuck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit mine
Got my money totalled for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta bird on they ass
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is comin up like the fuckin mob
My workers got workers everybody makin green
gettin cash for puttin stones in the pockets of the fiends
Chorus
(Bun B)
Business boomin daily, my product sellin fast
me and my nigga C is makin money out the ass
This shit is gettin silly dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail ain't no spendin time in jail
I gotta make the sales cause it's all about that green
Mo worker mo workers, my face ain't on the scene
My attitude is mean cause I keepin my respect
Ain't nobody out of line cause I got em all in check
I broke a cops neck cause he step outta place
Dead pig, murder 1 now I got time to face
The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones startin all over again!!!
[Verse One: Bun B]
Man, I been feelin' caged in
They try to stop us shackled us and dropped us
Tacklers, sackers, no propers, just smack us
Floppers, pro-tractors, ho-hoppers attack us
Broke crackers, no actors just coppers with choppers
With random and ?ricos? With cameras and peep holes
Can't stand us, we chose the scandalous, who planned this your people?
Fuck that you hero bucked at by weavels, and muskrats to seagulls
Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles
Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks now we go to peep holes
Moving stars required, (?) nevermind my appearance
Leave your insurance for your clearance
Bitch, I roll for gun for endurance not a gimmick, nigga this ain't "Mommy Dearest"
A lot a said and clearing the closest and the freshest
This is that underground shit from Port Arson, Texas
[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga what?
[Verse Two: Pimp C]
I'm a big body flipper, syrup sipper
I keep two bitches so they call me Jack Tripper
Three years coming it, four as a rider
Only room for one dick bitch when I'm knocking you down
Got that dope by the pound, red jag on the ground
You can hear when I'm comin because I'm bangin' surround
And I'm getting my paper, so bitch fuck what you heard
My niggas ready to hit it they just wait for the word
Sell pipes and birds, water and herb, but not on the corner because my ho self-serve
When I'm ridin' the city, my car might swerve
My vision be blurred but I don't hit the curb
I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone
Everything I ride on wood and chrome
Ever since "Big Pimpin" I've been seeing the clones
Now everybody on they videos doing a sweet Jones
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Bun B]
We runnin' through this rap game in break-neck speed, break-neck speed
Blocks like begs please your lex keys
Your checks freeze, your bank account shut down over seas
And both of these and toke of these while blowin' trees with cloves of G's
Move over please, make room for elbows we sell folks we sell those
Felons in jail clothes, it get sticky like Velcro, gently rub her semen
Women get tied up in scotch tape, now watch fate take it up a notch
Wait, a hot date? baddies boppin under the sun, get blunted with Bun
This summer we shun all inhibitions
No wonder we gunnin, now watch a stunner become a livin' landmark
Hands spark like (?) leave your plans dark
Mercury, glistening fuck who dissing it
Diss me, can't miss me just can't relate bitch, this my history date
No driven for this we wait, to determine 'till eternally burning
Quote my destiny, child you're learning it?
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the streets cause I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood Lac I just served them nigga's shit to put them feinds on they back Got the pound goin for four cause you know I just
Pay two nigga bought thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do
So nigga fuck what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young ass nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' forgien in benz
Rick ass home two apartment's where I entertain
Friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cause the bomb the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of a bird in dis bitch
Tightin' up no slackin bitches checkin' my stock
Got some Birds I sell to niggas some I go rock for rock
Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tone, man I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cause we got money to make
Were big playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit
Till my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches every
Got damn day
Big paper I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this dick I be holdin'
I hate clone man show it
Especially if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's don't know it
I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit
My nigga empty clips
Hoe azz nigga
[Chorus:]
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
[Verse 2: Bun-B]
Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' nigga's dat be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's thicken
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Malt liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger figure
My hair trigger give a hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and quiver
I'm frivoulous of a nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's the purpose some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first now take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then fever bilstar
Blister bastard fuck her sister faster
Peep the Elbows for sale yo
Brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail oh
Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' yayo get the scale
No other bullet duckers can sove up
Out of this game they better buck us
Cause the clucker's they love us
Make them class dick suckers
Shake they jelly like smucker's
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cause Short Texas bring the ruckus
This for my mufuckas
Cookin' cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo knee's
Feel the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From here to over sea's
We do what we please
Don't trip cause we flip
Light up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy Skip
That nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my barrette
Flyin' through yo pelle pelle and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em up like a Deli jumped on my cellular telly
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile.
[Chorus:]
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder
[Pimp C talking]
Hold up hold up hold up
Starring at the bar mutherfuckers
Eye pussy-know what I'm talking bout
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm Pimp C bitch so what you need (what you need)
I got some cocain and some California weed (fornia weed)
I fell in love with my chrome-plated bitch (plated bitch)
Break it make it pop the trunk and hit the switch (hit the switch)
Bitches jockin niggas hatin drunk off gin and soko
If he keep on talkin shit I knock his meat out his taco
They think I'm playin cuz I'm in gators and rocks (rocks)
But I pop this mutherfucker till it stop (stop)
{Chorus: Pimp C}
So look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)
Look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)
When you see me bitch tell me what you see (what you see)
Look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Hey... Hey yo I sips the 8
Plus I whips the weight
So while you tripps and hate
I flips your fate
Straight to rip from grapeland
Nigga i use to cook a diffrent scale
Now what we be scorin will make them beams tripple break
Washed out up in the rippas way
Makin you miss the whip we take
And squeezin mine surely
Though I drive horibly
Niggas die for me
And the killers in the sky swarm me
Some fly charmin neiborhood pimps
Take a good glimpse
Smokin on them Cali Hollywood hemps
Look at me
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Now I done scrapped and crawled
Now whip my benz grip my balls
Shit don't pause
Y'all niggas know that I don't fuck with y'all
Fuck the laws undercovers wanna see me stopped
Tap my phone follow my chrome
Another hits the block
But niggas know that Port Author is to small nigga
Thats why the snitches get the pistol to his hilfiger
AK-47 test up and I'm bout to bet
With a loaded automatic if they catch me I'm goin fed
What that bitch said
Pimpin ain't dead
I'm still gettin head
Got your dike bitch in my waterbed
Hit her from behin (hind)
4 or 5 times
Put that dick up in her spine
I done blew your bitch mind
look at me
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 4: Bun B]
It's like monkey see monkey do
So fuck you and your funky crew
You don't bang in the trunk we do
And smokin on skunky to
Now fuck me who?-You gots me fucked up
Strong arm your city threw them up
And leave it bucked up
Maybe if you lucked up
Naw look like you stuck Chuck
Your men of war turned into pussies in menapause
Now how the fuck you gon win a war
Bitch I'm in a car that will make you go deaf
The reason why your hoe left
Makes you wanna go left
Whoa nef catch a slow death
Cuz bitch my 4 fell
Mackin on straight smack a bum
I don't brag but I'm toe taggin um
Now we draggin um
Out the river just like to use
Crack the brews
And keeps about 50 case I wanna fuck a dike or 2
look at me
[Pimp C]
Look at him bitch
[Intro/Hook - x2]
"Got front and back, and side to side" ---> MC Ren
"Got front and back, and side to side"
"Got front and back, and side to side"
[Pimp C] Never let broke gold diggers ride
I got a '64 Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside ??? ??? is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I got them sixteen switches like Dre
Cos where I'm from fool that's what everybody play
UGK-1 written smooth on my plates
Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dippin by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by the Colt I see some women lookin fine
I hit the corner one more time to see the booty from behind
Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump
I got the JVC's and the trigger so it bump, ugh
I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man
I got the, front back, and side to side daddy
[Hook - x2]
[Pimp C]
It's pimpin pimpin, I'm hittin switches, checkin out my strap
Makin sure these snitches, ain't stoppin riches, 5-Oh on my back
but I keep on dippin, steady pimpin, kickin, how's about the winter man?
I'm chillin, hidin and winnin, pockets feelin fat
[Bun B]
And I come round your corner shinin, leanin, ever so sunnin
Gangstas put down their gun and
women and children come outside and start runnin
They catch a glimpse of the P-A pimp whoopin whips
Never goin out out like simps, walkin your block with gangsta limp
[Pimp C]
Some fool roll Lincoln, some fools roll Jag
but the crew from Texas roll them Lacs, white gloss and rags
With the candy paint and wheel and grill, and wooden dash
'94 I gotta keep it trill, down for my cash
[Bun B]
I gots my stash so I switches, keep on burnin
and these tyres keep on turnin
I be rollin through your scene, flashin green, freaks be yearnin
to be down, the Under Ground Kingz drinkin Crown with the Coke
Never broke, we make the concrete bound baby
[Hook - x2]
[Bun B]
It's the tough boy, boulevard niggas, rollin around tan up
All four corners on your block fool, nuttin but that bunny hop
happenin, high gassin, daily routine, my load is plush
Interior crush and fool I'm through clean
Don't be like the rest, I must excite the best
in your soul so letta player take control
And do what the hell ya been waitin
to see and that's me rollin on three Dayton's
Wit one of them thangs in the air, it's hangin up there
Shinin steel fat man, but I don't care if everybody sit back and stare
Everywhere we go they linin up as if we're startin up a parade
And everybody thinkin they get paid
But I don't really give a damn, what a six pack?
Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip, don't even trip, I ain't nobody's punk
Go swing down sweet rag top and let me ride
on a skank, baby don't wait let's glide and slide right
[Pimp C] Never let broke gold diggers ride
Never let broke gold diggers ride
Never let broke gold diggers ride
"Got front and back, and side to side"
Never let broke gold diggers ride
"Got front and back, and side to side"
"Got front and back, and side to side"
Never let broke gold diggers ride
* repeat to fade *
[Pimp C]
Uh...steady [???] steady [???]
Bitch don't never get no rest
[Pimp C]
Uh...Grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind;
I'm 'bout a bitch got some goals, with a good credit line
So, we pop the plastic..
If she hustle, I ball
Long as she payin' daddy
Ain't no problems at all
So, we break the mall
Now and then we fuck;
And then the bitch gon' be cool
Long as the paper stay up
When she suck on my pipe
Them golds shiny and bright..
Got them ??? hittin' that service every fuckin' night
I'm tal'in' 'bout NBA tricks
NFL tricks
NHL tricks
Payin' my bitch
Grade A pussy and she payin' for my dick;
She on my two-way now
The bitch done hit a fat dick, a fat dick
[Chorus: Bun B]
Now tell me what it's all about in that South:
Big gold grill in yo mouth
With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch
Bitch, if it hurt, say "Ouch"
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will, and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold
[Bun B]
See this one right here, my niggas
We gon' dedicate it
To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills gold-plated
Never hated, never will
We stayin' forever trill;
But boys on the blocks
They keep comin' forever ???
Open face with them designs...shit
Maybe a rack on top and bottom with a couple of diamonds to add some shine
Some niggas got that yella gold
Some niggas got that white
Some niggas got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night
Shit, I know this boy with one gold, no ice;
I know a nigga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice;
Muthafuckas with fangs, symbols of gangs or they squad
Some real and some fraud;
Spell the name of they broad
Got boys that praise the Lord
With open face and they cross
Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-ass cost
So, whether you the boss, the runner, or the square
C'mon down to the South;
We got gold grills everywhere
[Chorus]
[MJG]
Gold in the middle, they stay shiny
One on each canine;
You get one free if you not paid on government aid
Go get some shades
You blindin' hoes with 14 carat sun rays
But while they all up in yo grill
They vision blurry for days
Stacked, and ya say, "But couldn't I just stop at one" just like Lays
You left the whole jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face
You buff 'em and shit;
They sparkle like the comets in space
I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club, and a spade
[Eightball]
White ice on ???; that's what we be flippin', Ball
3rd Ward to The Mound
You know that we keep it raw
8Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile;
Say it make her pussy wet
And make her nipples get all hard
I try to break myself from the same ol' pattern
In the boulevards scattered, full a hatin': nigga chatterin'
Hoes, if you ask me, "What them niggas be about?"
Hate me 'cause my flow official
And I'm from that Dirty South
[Bun B]
A bad day for the niggaz in my click
I just got had a call from a bitch at the PA P.D. that's on my dick
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
And poes down the fuckin T-X had to show up
I got shit on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
Now, they got the muthafuckin feds to come and wrestle me
And throw my game in a suplex
They got my 2 best workers on secret and there's no rest
Word on the streets is that they're rollin
In Dynasties..I-ROCs...and Caravans and muthafuckas are swolen
Like paper stacks and a rubberband
Goin all out of tact on the local bird slaggin brothaman
And be servin as slow as fuck
Cause my niggaz are nervous
and if they even think they see five-o, they duck!
So now, instead of rollin thick, niggaz is happy with a frown
Cause, the motherfuckin feds in town
Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
I don't need no shit with these bitch-made
No more clownin in this town bro
No high-cappin in the clubs, I got to play them on a down-low
I took my tags off my buick and yall know I didn't love that
Rollin on some white balls and hubcaps
And even though I got long nails
No more French manicures bitch, YOU GOTS TO DO YOUR OWN NAILS!!
I told my niggaz to make sure that all their shit was tight
Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night
Tryin to run all kind of game
So, put y'all motherfuckin cars and yall cribs in yall momma's name
I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it
Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it
Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his face
If I catch a fuckin case -- when the feds in town
God damn, it's been two motherfuckin months
Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave!
That shit is funky like a black skunk
Fuck all this waitin man, it's time to get this motherfucker back up!
I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click
Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up
And told my boys, "If a nigga looks crazy, blasts his ass in the eye,
Don't give him a chance to identify!"
And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform you
If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon live to see your child be born
I'm blastin laws at random, cause I believe it's time to hand them
Close to the dopeman - God damn em
I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet
So, y'all hoes can't find me
Y'all better try to blind me
And remind me of the jail time
CAUSE IN MY YARD IS A BIG ASS - I GOT YALE SIGN!!!
It's time for TONY MONTANA stacks
I got niggaz on the corner holdin big ass bags and cans of crack
The land of Texas with that rock up
So, if y'all thinkin about checkin
My fools run in with your glock up
Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip
To my last love
Before you take me for my damn drugs
So, we can have it all night, fight
Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
f/ Infinity
[Infinity]
Well, it's me, the I-N-F-I-N-I-T-Y
comin on the m-i-c to let you know that I
I'm sick and tired of weak-minded two cents brothas
Only out for one thing, and that's to get you undercovers
You wanna lick me down, strap me down
Think you're gonna toss on me, well I won't be around
For you to put wear-and-tear on my body
If you know like I know
You better go cause I ain't even hottie
To tell you the truth, you ain't that major
Cause you made a little album and you getting the papers
Well, it's my turn and you're catchin the vapors
Before you know it, you'll be askin for favors
Remember back in PA?
When you were constantly jockin and callin my everyday
The truth hurts huh, and you won't admit
Cause, you're too busy thinking you're the shit
YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!!
[Bun B]
Hold up dammit, you got the wrong man
I hate to bust your bubble
but, I'm down to drop a load, then I'm gone man
Ain't with no relationships and suckin on toes
I LIKE A ONE NIGHT STAND, JUST KICK IT WITH SOME HOES!
You down with that jimmie, then it's on!
The 9-2 king of the quickie, so get me then I'm gone
Just open up, and you gone get got
Ain't no kissin and huggin, I leave you sleepin in the wet spot
Let me in it, and let me out
Wham bam thank you ma'am, yeah that's what it's all about!
And, don't take it personal when I bail on ya
Just smoke a cigarette and kick it in the sauna
Cause havin me all on ya ain't the lick
You're down for a love affair
BUT SEE, I'M ONLY DOWN FOR A QUICK STICK!
So, check your watch or your clock
Cause, I ain't about havin nobody feenin on my jock!
YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!
[Infinity]
I got to have some time to get to know ya, let me date ya
Cause one night stands ain't really in my nature
I need some substance to take it
I love you on the first night, ain't even gonna make it
Cause broken hearts, I don't had enough of
I need sensuality, not a bunch of broke love
If you can provide it, let's have it
Take your time baby, stop jumpin like a rabbit
Let's start somethin on a come-up
We can have it goin on here from sun-down to sun-up
Don't try to run up in me fast
I want to find out how long can B-U-N B last
Pass the ice and the honey, the money you can keep
Watch your back at all times, one eye open when you sleep
I can't have you for a part-time lover
Infinity has found another
CAUSE YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!
[Bun B]
Love you down but only for a little time
B-C-B, baby, I'm goin down for mine
My my my, I see you want me to spend the night
No, not quite, I did my part, now I'm takin flight
You just might see me again, but not soon
You can keep the wedding
I JUST WANT THE HONEYMOON!
You might be good, but see - that ain't even the point
I got all that I wanted, now I'm out of this joint
So, you can pass me my draws and pass me my cap
Cause, I ain't go be here when you wake up from your nap
And, that's the haps, no ifs ands or buts
Now, pass my matchbox, so I can hit the cut
I love them guts, but not enough to stick around
So when I raise up, you can keep on layin down
I HATE TO CLOWN, BUT THAT'S LIFE AS I SEE IT
YOU'RE LOOKIN FOR A FULL-TIME MAN, I CAN'T BE IT!
YOU'RE CRAMPIN MY STYLE!
[Verse One: Bun B]
Say, look here man I'm a rapper
Hold up, let me take that back
I make rap music, but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap
But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type
I spit imperial-type game like Digga from the Sqaud
But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the fraud
Rule number one: never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast baby
Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
Fools act like they striving for it hit Total Request Live and blow it
Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is
See all this candy-coated and bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases
It's a never-ending cycle and motion that never ceases
It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces it's dirty money
[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not nessicarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
[Verse Two: Pimp C]
Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
But I'mma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread
I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's
I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend
Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean
Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
And keep a bad yellow [???] with my dick on rock uh!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Bun B]
You can't get no house, no car
No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
No class, no flow, no help, no love
No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut
no wife, no slut, no name,
Nowhere in the game to get me five
No nothing without that dirty ass M-O-N-E-Y
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Pimp C]
My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's
In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's
Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees
Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free
Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see
For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be
I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends [x2]
Hold up, smoke somethin' bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the airplane was late
I was waitin' for whitey to get my fuckin' paper straight
I'm an Underground King, nigga let my nuts hang, nigga
Sayin' I'm only in [Incomprehensible], ain't no thang
Nigga, everybody rappin' like they ballin' and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit
They diamonds ain't shinin' and they Rolex ain't real
While I'm grippin' on the grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills
Fuck how them bitches feel, I'm workin' wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville, your step daddy can get killed
If he keeps talkin' shit, ain't no thang to get hit
On your video you trill, on your record you tryin' to diss
But everywhere we go, we represent the South
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth
The boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill, bitch you ain't what this about, about
When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit
Actin' bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
Say, nigga ain't got shit to hide, I ain't got nothin' to prove
We ain't got nothin' to gain but I got everythin' to lose
So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue
Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya
Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit, I be the same
The game will never be the same, it was made for me to gain
You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my
Flow fly, dope my, wait awhile you know why? Why?
Too many niggas pop collars and drop dollars, baby ballin'
Bullshitter, frontin' like rottweiliers, no bark, no bite
But showin' thangs, talkin' loud like they knowin' thangs
I'm from Texas nigga, all we do is blow them thangs
Fuck your clique, your corner, your city, your last name
Stuck in the fast lane, [Incomprehensible] your ass mane
Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night
Got your ass in a fight, it ain't no passin' tonight
When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit
Actin' bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
People waitin', some be hatin', I'll be shakin', they'll be fakin'
Waitin' for me to fall but yet they comin' off the wall
Till I'm ready, keep the gun steady and ready
For anybody crossin' the line with get that fuck shit
I got a [Incomprehensible], got a hoe, got a trunk with the funk
Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump
Remember me, The one that had your back up in the club
Remember me, The one that bring you on and show you love
Remember me, The one that rolled by deep in a Cadillina
With a rusty ass niner lookin' for trouble
So what? I know the same streets you know
Yeah, so what? I go the same places you go
I got the mark in my skin so you know my set
I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late
I'm the king in these streets till the muthafuckin' end
So you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with my friend
When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit
Actin' bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
When you see me on the street, nigga
And when I see at the show, nigga
And when I blowin' on the sweep, nigga
Pimp C
Let me see it, hold up... hol' up
Let me see it, uh... hol' up... let me see it
Let me see it...(repeat)
Bend over lemme see it,
Let me see it...(repeat)
Bend over lemme see it...
Bun B:
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.
Got some hoes from the 'hood ('hood)
That live to keep it live (live),
And some office buildin' boppers (boppers),
Workin' 9 to 5 (five).
Ball playa baby mama bitches;
But to me it ain't no thang
Let that monkey hang, baby,
Let me see it...
Chorus: (Pimp C) (x4)
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, let me see it...
Bun B:
Go'on and let a nigga peak (peak),
And let a nigga poke (poke),
Fuck a nigga from his street (street),
And let a nigga stroke (stroke).
See, I know that you a freak (freak)
From passin' to my folk (folk),
Let me bust it in yo' cheek (cheek),
'Til you muthafuckin' choke (choke).
It's nothin' but a G thang, baby, when you suck it
Steady frontin' in yo' G-strang,
Go'on lemme fuck it.
See, we know that you a pro (pro),
From shakin' and tuckin'
We some grown muthafuckas,
Like ta get naked, buck it.
From the back (back), to the front (front),
And to the side (side),
In the 'Lac ('Lac), wit' a blunt (blunt),
Now, where the light (light)?
It's a fact (fact): I've seen it,
Lemme get in between it,
Now, over bend, once again,
Bitches, show it like ya mean it...
Chorus: (x2)
Pimp C:
Uh... take it off, chick
Bend over, lemme see it
I'm Sweet James Jones,
And a trick: I couldn't be it.
Got 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,
That's suckin' us and pullin' zippers.
Now, it how it make ya feel when you see a pimp shine?
Bitch, you wastin' too much time...
Git back up on yo' grind (grind, grind...)
Chorus: (x4)
Pimp C:
I'm a country-ass nigga;
I fucked wit' yo' wife...
If yo' bitch come around,
We put some dick in her life.
'Cause them 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...
Every 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 ho...
Let me see it.
Pimp C:
Fuck-ass nigga...
Ol' fuck-ass nigga, git yo' mind on yo' money.
Hol' up... hol' up (uh)...UGK, bitch
Uh (uh)...representin' that South... that South
And this ain't no muthafuckin'...hip hop records (fuck ass nigga);
These country rap tunes.
Hol' up... uh
So, you could separate us from the rest...
{*Scratching: 'Like a pimp'*}
[Bun B]
Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper faster than
These other lil bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke
You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
Original old school rock balling rappers
Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play
See we makes a bitch pay
Like a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay
Wouldn't sit still
Fuck how this shit feel
This ain't studio pimping
This shit real pimping
[Chorus #1: Pimp C]
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)
And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop)
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)
And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)
[Bun B]
To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser
[Pimp C]
Sweet Jones, gripping grain
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
Popping pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war I'll take you to war
I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car
[Chorus #2: Pimp C]
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)
And the game that I got don't stop (don't stop)
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)
And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)
Bitch niggaz getting hit in the front (in the front)
I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt)
And everyday young boys that's paid (that's paid)
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades)
[Juicy J]
I'm always trying to put in work
Niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street
Sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed
Picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll
In my trunk I got them fucking keys
Always riding Chevy things
Shining on them twanky things
Kids I'm a role model
Police I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps
Got me cheese a player slap
People say that pimping dead
Never has it left my mouth
Optimos a fifth of crown
Red eyes with a frown
Niggaz with them gold teeth
Fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover
Make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket
Left pocket got them rubbers
Right hand Rolex watch
Stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back pocket Chevy keys
Ready for the brain wash
I'mma go pimp a bitch
I'mma like wicked witch
Always got to watch your friends
Backstabbers cause a snitch
[DJ Paul]
Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper
Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl
Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese
Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!)
[Chorus #2]
[Pimp C]
Hold up, hold up
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pimpin' down the ave you know I'm lookin' tight
These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife
Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that
Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that
Who's says he's going through a thang
When ya'll ain't never lied
I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine
Wicked women using children to live on
When I hurt and try to hate 'cause she knows the thrill is gone
Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in ninety four
But niggas thinkin' that a sweeps gone get the through my door
And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place
I know 'cause he can't look me eye to eye when he in my face
Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean
Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean
Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like
So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm, I'm, I'm pushin' down the ave
I see these niggas and days go and come
And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm pissed
I grab my cis and I split my sista with my bunk
Some of my sweets be tight
And some of my sweets be fucked up
But all of my sweets gonna blow so killas smoke get sucked up
I looked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play
But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this away
I'm puffin' spliffs of hay still upset about the drama here
At this time of year I'm wipin' away
My dead homey momma's tear shit
But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me
So I have to be in that matter on that 503
I'm livin' dastardly
Must be all about survival G
These niggas passin' me streets just keep on gettin' live with me
They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin' that
They try to steal a lad, and my wig they wanna peel it back
But still the fact remains
It's all about the game swangin' bang
Peace to ESG and all the victims of the game
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm, I'm, I'm pushin' down the ave
I'm pimpin' through the ave. tryin' to see some good
But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood
Niggas frown, when you up and smile when you down
And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around
I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways
We all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she love me but all we do now is fuck 'n' fight
My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep
The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets
And even though I'm gay to street fame comin' from this rap game
Lust for thankin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang
Some get a waste and misplace tryin' to win the race
Some try to hold on to there place by smokin' with lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood
I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
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
The mack is back and he's sittin? on chrome
With a piece of chain or Herringbone or 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, find me a hoe stroll
Leave that bitch dry and head to another state
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
'Cause 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 can?t
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
No down bitch
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
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 can?t
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
No down bitch
Bitches not flexin? ain't much good
I should and I would keep clear if I could
But when I do, I just can?t get away
?Cause I gotta fuck all day every day
That leaves me vulnerable for real
All these chicken heads 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
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 can?t
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
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