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
Listen up, I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up, I got a story to tell
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
Now this was not a hoe in the sense of havin' the pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn since tryin' to push me
He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes
Hating like a baby mama cuz I'm playing my dues
Trying to hold on to my little chunk but not but a punk
In the parkin' lot bmpin' hes gums
With his ki's int the trunk
Ohh what I'm supsed to jump cuz you got a pump
You aimin that bitch in the ssky you chump
Poin that motherfucker this way and dump
Oh what you scared to go to the penn
Thinkin them niggas gon' tap your rump
Man I thought he played bold but he ain't even fuss
Man the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to buss
But his trigger stayed cold I wasn't surpresed
I drecognezed that fast breathin' and fear in his eyes
Unmask his disguise a sheep in wolf's clothing
On their prey
He tried to hunt the hunter
And got hunted down his goddamn self in Virginia
Niggas it's where we stay
Ain't none of that kkk'n or playin' so see a
Or e up out your life or you test yourself
And make a nigga break you off to peace you rest youself
Oh yes your health is what's in question
And I hope this ass whippin'
Teach you a motherfuckin' lesson
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
Cuz deep 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
You mouth cuz I don't know why you got plex with me
Testin' me but I'm a pull my ship and let you see
That all that carry the jack ain't able to survive
So you haters need to quit with that bull blustin'
And take another ride
Niggas jumped and crossed the line
The movies got this boy fucked up n the mind
Not to mention the wine and the 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 dont start niggas'll tear your weak mind apart
Bidtchy old man talkin' to me like I'm in school
He don't know I hang with killers Willie waste 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 up the wrong one
Cuz I live by the gun die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that I can get ya stunned
So raise you children don't try to raise mine.
And when you see me step with caution
cuz I'm buckin' for mine
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 yo ain't borrowing that
So this time I tell you man I go erase you off the map
Such a shame but it's all in the game and since the early
Sixties ain't a damn thing 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
Cuz yo bitch done chose a pimp and that pimp was Chad
I see you hurt cuz I fucked your girl
Put big dick in your world bust nuts in her curl
When I hit it from the back she said baby I can't take
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 cuz you ain't shootin shit
The best thing you can do is go and try and beat that bitch
Cuz this man's style showstopper pistol popper you ain't ready
If I let this hot thing hit you
Feel your stomach like spaghetti
Fool you talin' loud but you move too slow
Tellin' niggas all your plans go 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 cuz you said you wanted me dead
Since you want a nigger dead
Buckthat bitch off in his head
Just like e-40 nigga I be comin' fed
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
Hit your nigga in the leg hit your 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 'cuz your ass deserve
To get done real fast in front of your kids
To show 'em what real type of bitch you is
It's that boy named ????? forever stayin' true
Just a player man cool and I gotta tell it to the
Whole wide world how you got bitched razor neck
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
Man all these motherfuckin' niggas out here man
Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these
Sorry punk pussy no good hatin'
My nigga you done pushed the wrong button
I ain't never ran this hot
Now you the number one nigga
I wanna whip the piss out
And this not a threat bet that
I ain't gonna let that shit slide
Gotta get that bitch right
Want him dead by midnight
I followed him from the crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out
I got ready to pull the mack out
Sandwiched him by the theater of 610
Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now what his dick's in
Shit I seen a slab get stripped
The discs seats and sound gone
And candy paint burnt to a crisp
These niggas gettin' hated on
For the '84's that they skatin' on
jackers in the dark alley waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
Pistol to his back took 4 ounces of crack
And a fat dozier sack
That's why I pack my nigga
That's why I pray cuz where I stay
I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit every way
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day
The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my space
'Bout to pop this mothefucker cuz he standin' in my place
He sellin' on my block
jackin' from my boys
They comin' on our side
Goin' down and talkin' noise
Now I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they blades
Gettin' em for they Chevy 'burban
They jumpin' out of hoo doos
Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of candy blues
Talkin' bout give it up smooth
Baby boy it's some hatin' goin' on in P-A
Mostly over stanky bitches and who
sold the most ya niggas
Stuntin' pullin' pistols endin' up in the grave
When I pull I always pop that's why I'm livin' today
Girl ass niggas causin' plex between friends
And when you bust on your boy
Don't either one of ya'll niggas win
You end up killin' somebody that you really ain't wanna kill
Over a pussy ass nigga that's showin' hoe type of skills
Comin' from a small town of madness
Late night us all murdered playa hated scandalous
Hoes and 'llac drivin' slab hurters
Acted bad after 8
You can catch us on the late
Roll' dice blowin' and sippin' on the bar straight
We got the red drink orange drink purple drink
Laughin' at these mark hoes that say
They never heard of drink
Half gallon big gulp
Big red big cup
drink mixed up
Blowin' sweets and lightin' cigs up
Now in my new world slow down I can see
Niggas talkin' shit tryin' to see
If what they said got to me
But hoe wearin' type of skills say a lot to me
You just gon' fuck around and get yourself shot to be
Or not to be motherfuckers plot to see
We crack under pressure so they just impress
A nigga to see me react
These niggas try to stare me down like a scary clown
don't dare me 'round here
We fuck your game up like Larry Brown
And pounds of killer 'round like groceries
With a presence that make you not
Wanna stand close to me
Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be bros
Don't make me laugh motherfucker you chose to be
On the side opposin' me
Don't matter what coast ya' be from
Bun and C will light your world up explosively
Motherfuckers wanna start shit every way
Hello baby fool
One day you're here and then you're gone
Well, well well
I know. I know
Mama put me out at only fourteen
So I started sellin' crack cocaine and codeine
Time to stack some paper I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know
Who they messin' with
Yeah my mama's only son
But I live everyday like it's my motherfuckin' last one
Every nigga and they mama askin' why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'm a die
And if I die or should I say if I go
Bury me in Horn Park next to come and go
"Cuz tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary
So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin' crack and pack tool clips
And when you think about that you say
It'll be on it's a trip in here today
But the next day you're gone
One day you're here baby and then you're gone
This world we livin' in man it ain't nothin but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya
New York niggas gettin' shot for bombers
Now they got your life in the palm of
They hand like Cali
Niggas with dubs of hydroponic marijuana
Goin' bangin'' got they ghetto hotter than a sauna
down in Orange my nigga Fox died on the corner
Behind a funky ass dice game
I saw him once before he died wish it was twice man
I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib
Lettin' us act bad not givin' a funk what we did
When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end
And I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin
My bro Ben in the penn for damn near
But now it look like when he come out man I'm goin' in
So shit I walk around with my mind blown
In my fuckin' zone
'Cuz one day you're here the next day you're gone
One day you're here baby and then you're gone
I'm up early 'cuz ain't enough light in the daytime
smoke them sweets stole these chickens
'Fore the clock strike nine
Dream that holdin' my bolder smolder on the p.a. pipe
AK loader as I get swallowed in the city lights
Niggas be lookin' shiest so I look shiest back
Can't show no weakness with the bitches
Get your life jacked
Man it's a trip where I stay especially for me
Them bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century
They gave my nigga Donny forty Dante twenty-nine
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
My world a trip you can ask grumpy bitch I ain't a liar
My man Bobo just lost his baby in a house fire
And when I got on my knees that eight to pray
I ask God why you let these killers live
And take my homeboy's son away
Man if you got kids show 'em you love em
'Cuz God might just call 'em home
'Cuz one day they here and baby the next day they gone
one day you're here baby and then you're gone
I know you, know, well, well yeah
la da da da, then you're gone
I know, you know, la da da da
Come on baby, one day you're here baby
Hi life
We livin' that hi life
Hi life
We livin' that hi life
I'm tired livin' fucked up, tired of livin' bad
Tired of grandmama telling me
When you gonna go to church Chad
Now I'm tryin'' to live up to the image
That she would want me to be
But I got one foot in the street and every week I flip a Ki
I never wanted to be a G but Niggas depend on me
It ain't fake to hit a 10 so niggas fear wit me
And all the niggas that I went to school wit
Got cool wit, went to fool wit
I dealt selling that white shit
Pushing cocaine niggas holding pistols
Dependent on the game
What ya want me to do, it's like somebody cut my throat
Got $20,000 tryin' to turn it into a hundred, and ain't nobody got no dough
So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bitch thinking she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never last
In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Easy-E died
And you be wonderin' why you niggas
Out there smokin'cri
I wish that I could tell y'aIl wore a rubber every time
But if I told you that nigga you know that I would be lyin'
And I been fuckin' pussy since the tender age of nine
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crack a scandalous smirk offended by the weed
Smoke comin' of my shirt
But I still put in work and front for my folks
Cuz where I come from nigga, family just ain't no joke
Now D be getting married and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe
Some say that nigga's sellin' dope
And you know I ain't lyin' that just how family talk
But what you gonna do when the devil poke you
With his fork
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers just false prophet, fuckin' hoes
And gettin' paid
I'm looking for that
Hi life (Hi life)
We livin' that hi life
Hi life (hi life)
We livin' that hi life
You only got one life to live that's all they give us to do it
You could bullshit your way through it or stay true
It can be complicated cause niggas
Be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost, the people
In the lane get tossed
Streets'll eat your ass alive, take your positions
With pistols, bare hands, and knives
And nobody's surprised if somebody
Don't survive the dust
To see the only stretch rest see how we was left to be
Down these streets that we be on
Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you be on
Probably because society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the fuck made it this way for us
Got all these little niggas sellin' that dank
Because it ain't like they make higher levels gainable
And that quote piece of the American pie just ain't attainable
So how can I sustain a full life before death
Man I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on who gives a damn
When you can't afford a turkey or ham
Livin' off of Ramen noodles, beef jerky and spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off your slab, it's far from me
To push a nigga over the brink
Over the edge especially if you don't know your man
And so instead of being without I'm hustlin' tryin' to
Get through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck out of this maze
A man'll commit a crime who the& fuck it crime pays
I'm goin' through a phase you don't go out until you
Out reason a motherfucker
Gots to pour out this 40 on the curb, disturbed and
Left with no doubt in this mind
But still sometimes he don't know why he walkin' around just hopin'
He can get one more try to make it
It's a bullshit he goin' through but yo he gots,
You can't fake it to get the
Hi life (Hi life)
We livin' that hi life
Hi life (hi life)
Now bitches stare a nigga down when they step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Hey C keep your eyes open for the boppers car hoppers
Daisy dukes out on the block Joe and cock traffic stoppers
Lookin' good spendin' some nigga's G's
Nails by Vietnamese hair by Micci's
Look like they worth G's
Dress above the knees jellies
And g-strings up they ass man I never let 'em pass
So tell me where I can find 'em
With that nigga or in that candy cadillac tight behind 'em
Bitches tellin' me C your dick grand
All she wanna do is ride Suburban
Put her ass on the left and rub my wood
See we got boppers in Texas so man that pussy look good
So I let them hoes ride and showed 'em my grip
But she blinded by the candy she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I look good I didn't feel no pride
All a bitch wanna do is just fuck my ride
Now bitches stare a nigga down when they step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in skin tight cat suits
Assumin' that they body's too boomin' to dispute
But pussy is that root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they mama
Oh year I'ma tell it like it is I sees how it goes down
Niggas talkin' bout how they passin' these hoes 'round
But ya'll trickin' bout these hoes told me
Fools ya'll ain't Goldy
Ridin' in a goody but a oldie
$50 there $100 here
You brought the bitch a drink
And all the homegirls done did
Your homeboys lookin' for 'ya but yo ass gone
You left your niggas at the club and took all the hoes home
And didn't even fuck man what the fuck
If you didn't wanna fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean I ain't showin' off
Just so these hoes can be seen
Come on you wanna fuck
Now bitches stare a nigga down when they step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick but you ain't hip
To when you smile and you shake your ass my grill smile right back
Bitch I'm the real that's why I ride Cadillac
And I'ma fuck you and fuck all your friends
Soon as Pimp C come though in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint butter and AMG rims
Color t.v. vcr playin' x-rated films
Of myself runnin' up in beauty queens
But let me tell ya'll niggas the difference
Between ya'll and me
Ya' see I can tell all that bitch wanted to do
Was get rides for free and smoke for free
But not me you better ask them hoes is my name Pimp C
And let your pussy make $10,000 a week
The only way I see you sittin' in my passenger seat
Ya' bitch
Now bitches stare a nigga down when they step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
They ain't trippin' on me they wanna fuck my car
Well bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
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