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U.G.K - One Day
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UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUMUGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
PIMP C REST IN PEACE YEAR: 1992 LABEL: JIVE PIMP C & BUN B TRACKLIST Something Good (Extended Version) -- 00:00 Use Me Up -- 05:27 Pocket Full of Stones -- 0... -
UGK - The Game Belongs To Me
UGK - The Game Belongs To MeUGK - The Game Belongs To Me
Music video by UGK performing The Game Belongs To Me. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 35813 (C) 2007 Zomba Recording, LLC. -
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full AlbumUGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album Disc 1 1. Swishas and Dosha 0:00 2. International Players Anthem (I Choose You) ft Outkast 5:10 3. Chrome Plated ... -
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC. -
UGK - Diamonds & Wood
UGK - Diamonds & WoodUGK - Diamonds & Wood
DownSouth GangsterMusic. -
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get ThrowedUGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
R.I.P. C. -
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
http://texas-massacre.blogspot.com UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD] R.I.P. PIMP C. -
UGK-Gravy
UGK-GravyUGK-Gravy
From Tha "Underground Kingz" Album TP For The Money plzz check it out & leave comments http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YtNeprVe4Y. -
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - 1996 ALBUM "RIDIN DIRTY " TRACK # 10 - HI-LIFE. -
UGK - Murder
UGK - MurderUGK - Murder
Track 3 "Murder" from the third album "Ridin' Dirty" by UGK ... it is their best selling album with 847454 copies sold as of 2011... Released: July 29, 1996. -
UGK-Super Tight
UGK-Super TightUGK-Super Tight
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pourin up- ugk
pourin up- ugkpourin up- ugk
Pimp C Bun B aka UGK- and mike jones R.I.P to the irreplaceable Pimp C. -
UGK - Take It Off (HD)
UGK - Take It Off (HD)UGK - Take It Off (HD)
Album: Dirty Money (2001) & Soundtrack: The Corruptor (1999)
- Allmusic
- Associated Press
- Banned (album)
- Best of UGK
- Big Daddy Kane
- Big Pimpin
- Big Pimpin'
- Billboard (magazine)
- Billboard 200
- Billboard Hot 100
- Billboard Hot 200
- Bun B
- Chamillionaire
- Chopped and Screwed
- Dirty Money (album)
- Dizzee Rascal
- DJ Paul
- DJ Screw
- Double album
- Drake (entertainer)
- Extended play
- Front Back
- Hip hop music
- House of Blues
- Jay-Z
- Jazze Pha
- Jive Records
- Juicy J
- Kool G Rap
- Lil Boosie
- Lil Wayne
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- Lil' Jon
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- Ludacris
- Marley Marl
- Maths + English
- Mondrian Hotel
- MTV News
- Music genre
- Myspace
- OutKast
- Outkast
- Pimp C
- Pimpalation
- Port Arthur, Texas
- Project Pat
- Rap-A-Lot Records
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- Ridin' Dirty (album)
- Scarface (rapper)
- Side Hustles
- Sleep apnea
- Slim Thug
- Super Tight
- Swizz Beatz
- T.I.
- Talib Kweli
- Template talk UGK
- Template UGK
- The Runners
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- Three 6 Mafia
- Too Hard to Swallow
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- Trill (album)
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U.G.K - One Day
U.G.K - One DayU.G.K - One Day
U.G.K - One Day R.I.P PIMP C U.G.K 4 LIFE. -
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUMUGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
PIMP C REST IN PEACE YEAR: 1992 LABEL: JIVE PIMP C & BUN B TRACKLIST Something Good (Extended Version) -- 00:00 Use Me Up -- 05:27 Pocket Full of Stones -- 0... -
UGK - The Game Belongs To Me
UGK - The Game Belongs To MeUGK - The Game Belongs To Me
Music video by UGK performing The Game Belongs To Me. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 35813 (C) 2007 Zomba Recording, LLC. -
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full AlbumUGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album Disc 1 1. Swishas and Dosha 0:00 2. International Players Anthem (I Choose You) ft Outkast 5:10 3. Chrome Plated ... -
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC. -
UGK - Diamonds & Wood
UGK - Diamonds & WoodUGK - Diamonds & Wood
DownSouth GangsterMusic. -
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get ThrowedUGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
R.I.P. C. -
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
http://texas-massacre.blogspot.com UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD] R.I.P. PIMP C. -
UGK-Gravy
UGK-GravyUGK-Gravy
From Tha "Underground Kingz" Album TP For The Money plzz check it out & leave comments http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YtNeprVe4Y. -
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - 1996 ALBUM "RIDIN DIRTY " TRACK # 10 - HI-LIFE. -
UGK - Murder
UGK - MurderUGK - Murder
Track 3 "Murder" from the third album "Ridin' Dirty" by UGK ... it is their best selling album with 847454 copies sold as of 2011... Released: July 29, 1996. -
UGK-Super Tight
UGK-Super TightUGK-Super Tight
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pourin up- ugk
pourin up- ugkpourin up- ugk
Pimp C Bun B aka UGK- and mike jones R.I.P to the irreplaceable Pimp C. -
UGK - Take It Off (HD)
UGK - Take It Off (HD)UGK - Take It Off (HD)
Album: Dirty Money (2001) & Soundtrack: The Corruptor (1999) -
UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)
UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)
Underground kingz off super tight 1994 R.I.P Pimp C. -
UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)
UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)
U.G.K. (Underground Kingz) From the album "Too Hard To Swallow" released in 1992. -
UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]
UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]
UGK Livin This Life From The Album UNDERGROUND KINGS RIP PIMP [Chorus: Pimp C singing] Lord it's so hard, living this life A constant struggle each and every... -
U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble
U.G.K. - It's Supposed To BubbleU.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble
http://www.RapMusicGuide.com http://www.Cashflow420.com U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble From the 1993 album titled Super Tight. -
UGK - Pocket Full Of Stone
UGK - Pocket Full Of StoneUGK - Pocket Full Of Stone
DownSouth GangsterMusic UGK. -
UGK (Underground Kingz) - Da Game Been Good To Me
UGK (Underground Kingz) - Da Game Been Good To MeUGK (Underground Kingz) - Da Game Been Good To Me
Music video by UGK (Underground Kingz) performing Da Game Been Good To Me. (C) 2009 Zomba Recording LLC. -
UGK - Quit Haitin The South
UGK - Quit Haitin The SouthUGK - Quit Haitin The South
UGK - Quit Hatin' The South Featuring Charlie Wilson And Willie D UGK - Underground Kingz (2007) -
All-Star Tribute to UGK [Mini-Documentary]
All-Star Tribute to UGK [Mini-Documentary]All-Star Tribute to UGK [Mini-Documentary]
20 years ago, UGK (Bun B & Pimp C) released their first full-length album, Too Hard To Swallow. Since the release of their debut, UGK has gone on to influenc... -
UGK - Da Game Been Good To Me
UGK - Da Game Been Good To MeUGK - Da Game Been Good To Me
UGK - Da Game Been Good To Me. UGK 4 Life coming Spring '09.
U.G.K - One Day
- Duration: 5:25
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
U.G.K - One Day R.I.P PIMP C U.G.K 4 LIFE.
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U.G.K - One Day R.I.P PIMP C U.G.K 4 LIFE.
- published: 02 Jun 2010
- views: 1517144
- author: AggTownBanger1
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
- Duration: 58:01
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
PIMP C REST IN PEACE YEAR: 1992 LABEL: JIVE PIMP C & BUN B TRACKLIST Something Good (Extended Version) -- 00:00 Use Me Up -- 05:27 Pocket Full of Stones -- 0...
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Too_Hard_To_Swallow_1992_FULL_ALBUM
PIMP C REST IN PEACE YEAR: 1992 LABEL: JIVE PIMP C & BUN B TRACKLIST Something Good (Extended Version) -- 00:00 Use Me Up -- 05:27 Pocket Full of Stones -- 0...
- published: 02 Oct 2013
- views: 79730
- author: Madrid Queensbridge
UGK - The Game Belongs To Me
- Duration: 5:08
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
Music video by UGK performing The Game Belongs To Me. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 35813 (C) 2007 Zomba Recording, LLC.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_The_Game_Belongs_To_Me
Music video by UGK performing The Game Belongs To Me. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 35813 (C) 2007 Zomba Recording, LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 3577593
- author: UGKVEVO
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
- Duration: 129:15
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album Disc 1 1. Swishas and Dosha 0:00 2. International Players Anthem (I Choose You) ft Outkast 5:10 3. Chrome Plated ...
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Underground_Kingz_(2_Disc)_Full_Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album Disc 1 1. Swishas and Dosha 0:00 2. International Players Anthem (I Choose You) ft Outkast 5:10 3. Chrome Plated ...
- published: 28 Aug 2014
- views: 454
- author: EAsource.com
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
- Duration: 5:26
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC.
http://wn.com/Int'l_Players_Anthem_(I_Choose_You)_(Director's_Cut)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 6086924
- author: UGKVEVO
UGK - Diamonds & Wood
- Duration: 4:21
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
DownSouth GangsterMusic.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Diamonds_&_Wood
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
- Duration: 4:31
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
R.I.P. C.
http://wn.com/UGK_&_Young_Jeezy_&_Z_Ro_Get_Throwed
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
- Duration: 4:06
- Updated: 25 Jun 2013
http://texas-massacre.blogspot.com UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD] R.I.P. PIMP C.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Wood_Wheel_(OFFICIAL_MUSIC_VIDEO)_HD_
http://texas-massacre.blogspot.com UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD] R.I.P. PIMP C.
- published: 29 Jul 2012
- views: 4127
- author: george clowney
UGK-Gravy
- Duration: 7:42
- Updated: 06 Aug 2013
From Tha "Underground Kingz" Album TP For The Money plzz check it out & leave comments http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YtNeprVe4Y.
http://wn.com/UGK-Gravy
From Tha "Underground Kingz" Album TP For The Money plzz check it out & leave comments http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YtNeprVe4Y.
- published: 23 Feb 2009
- views: 694982
- author: ChopperCityBoy26
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
- Duration: 5:29
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
UGK - 1996 ALBUM "RIDIN DIRTY " TRACK # 10 - HI-LIFE.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Hi-Life_-_(_TRACK_10_)
UGK - 1996 ALBUM "RIDIN DIRTY " TRACK # 10 - HI-LIFE.
- published: 30 Mar 2010
- views: 764869
- author: Trei Taylor
UGK - Murder
- Duration: 3:53
- Updated: 11 Aug 2013
Track 3 "Murder" from the third album "Ridin' Dirty" by UGK ... it is their best selling album with 847454 copies sold as of 2011... Released: July 29, 1996.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Murder
Track 3 "Murder" from the third album "Ridin' Dirty" by UGK ... it is their best selling album with 847454 copies sold as of 2011... Released: July 29, 1996.
- published: 03 Jun 2012
- views: 26796
- author: Goodpound
pourin up- ugk
- Duration: 4:55
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Pimp C Bun B aka UGK- and mike jones R.I.P to the irreplaceable Pimp C.
http://wn.com/pourin_up-_ugk
Pimp C Bun B aka UGK- and mike jones R.I.P to the irreplaceable Pimp C.
- published: 03 Jul 2008
- views: 634375
- author: matt Chappell
UGK - Take It Off (HD)
- Duration: 4:41
- Updated: 24 Aug 2013
Album: Dirty Money (2001)
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Soundtrack: The Corruptor (1999)
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Take_It_Off_(HD)
Album: Dirty Money (2001)
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Soundtrack: The Corruptor (1999)
- published: 24 Aug 2013
- views: 83
UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)
- Duration: 5:15
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Underground kingz off super tight 1994 R.I.P Pimp C.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Front,Back&_Side_To_Side_(original)
Underground kingz off super tight 1994 R.I.P Pimp C.
- published: 07 Dec 2007
- views: 496008
- author: Deany Boii
UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)
- Duration: 4:28
- Updated: 21 Jul 2013
U.G.K. (Underground Kingz) From the album "Too Hard To Swallow" released in 1992.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Use_Me_Up_(COMPLETE_VIDEO)
U.G.K. (Underground Kingz) From the album "Too Hard To Swallow" released in 1992.
- published: 10 Oct 2010
- views: 72225
- author: stunna905
![UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lsawMPR615E/0.jpg "UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]")
UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]
- Duration: 7:58
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
UGK Livin This Life From The Album UNDERGROUND KINGS RIP PIMP [Chorus: Pimp C singing] Lord it's so hard, living this life A constant struggle each and every...
http://wn.com/UGK-_Living_This_Life_With_Lyrics_
UGK Livin This Life From The Album UNDERGROUND KINGS RIP PIMP [Chorus: Pimp C singing] Lord it's so hard, living this life A constant struggle each and every...
- published: 10 Jan 2009
- views: 234524
- author: eozzy kingo
U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble
- Duration: 3:18
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
http://www.RapMusicGuide.com http://www.Cashflow420.com U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble From the 1993 album titled Super Tight.
http://wn.com/U.G.K._-_It's_Supposed_To_Bubble
http://www.RapMusicGuide.com http://www.Cashflow420.com U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble From the 1993 album titled Super Tight.
- published: 24 Jul 2007
- views: 570937
- author: Cashflow415
UGK - Pocket Full Of Stone
- Duration: 6:21
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
DownSouth GangsterMusic UGK.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Pocket_Full_Of_Stone
UGK (Underground Kingz) - Da Game Been Good To Me
- Duration: 4:25
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Music video by UGK (Underground Kingz) performing Da Game Been Good To Me. (C) 2009 Zomba Recording LLC.
http://wn.com/UGK_(Underground_Kingz)_-_Da_Game_Been_Good_To_Me
Music video by UGK (Underground Kingz) performing Da Game Been Good To Me. (C) 2009 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 969524
- author: UGKVEVO
UGK - Quit Haitin The South
- Duration: 6:07
- Updated: 06 Aug 2013
UGK - Quit Hatin' The South Featuring Charlie Wilson And Willie D UGK - Underground Kingz (2007)
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Quit_Haitin_The_South
UGK - Quit Hatin' The South Featuring Charlie Wilson And Willie D UGK - Underground Kingz (2007)
- published: 08 May 2011
- views: 144855
- author: Kenzirep
![All-Star Tribute to UGK [Mini-Documentary]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Dw4VYMcKpg8/0.jpg "All-Star Tribute to UGK [Mini-Documentary]")
All-Star Tribute to UGK [Mini-Documentary]
- Duration: 25:01
- Updated: 31 Aug 2014
20 years ago, UGK (Bun B & Pimp C) released their first full-length album, Too Hard To Swallow. Since the release of their debut, UGK has gone on to influenc...
http://wn.com/All-Star_Tribute_to_UGK_Mini-Documentary_
20 years ago, UGK (Bun B & Pimp C) released their first full-length album, Too Hard To Swallow. Since the release of their debut, UGK has gone on to influenc...
- published: 10 Nov 2012
- views: 33026
- author: Longhorn Hip Hop
UGK - Da Game Been Good To Me
- Duration: 4:25
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
UGK - Da Game Been Good To Me. UGK 4 Life coming Spring '09.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Da_Game_Been_Good_To_Me
UGK - Da Game Been Good To Me. UGK 4 Life coming Spring '09.
- published: 09 Feb 2009
- views: 1064823
- author: UGKVideoVault
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UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone AwardsUGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards in Orlando, FL. -
Jay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live Performance
Jay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live PerformanceJay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live Performance
Jay-Z had a special on BET and when he performed Big Pimpin' he surprisingly brought out Bun B and Pimp C to perform also. When the song was over the crowd c... -
UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1
UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1
UGK live in San Antonio with K-Sam and Twice The Power. -
Lil wayne and UGK live performance
Lil wayne and UGK live performanceLil wayne and UGK live performance
R.I.P pimp C. -
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players Anthem
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players AnthemUGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players Anthem
UGK live on stage. YAY! -
UGK Live Wires Connect
UGK Live Wires ConnectUGK Live Wires Connect
Live Wires Connect. -
UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)
UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)
a classic track From UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect off the movie soundtrack Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your ... -
UGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect
UGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires ConnectUGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect
UGK and Keith Murray's song from Don't be a Menace... -
Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013
Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013
Austin TX SXSW 2013 Video by Julia Beverly/Ozone Magazine. -
UGK Live Wires Connect lyrics
UGK Live Wires Connect lyricsUGK Live Wires Connect lyrics
Live Wires Connect made by Stefan-Records. -
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It Off
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It OffUGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It Off
Southern Hip Hop done RIGHT. -
UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]
UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]
Track 11 from the 1996 comedy movie "don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" ("don't be a menace" for short). Info: "Live W... -
U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)
U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)
EXPLICIT VERSION Someone requested it on one of the other posts of this song so here it is. I managed to grab the MP3 off of some file sharing programing a w... -
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good" Directed & Co-Produced by R. Scott Budge. -
UGK - One Day
UGK - One DayUGK - One Day
One Day by UGK. Mr. 3-2, Bun B, and Pimp C. Lyrics: "One Day" (feat. 3-2 and Ron Isley) 3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack, cocaine... -
UGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFE
UGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFEUGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFE
LONG LIVE THE PIMP! -
UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC. -
Bun B- One Day (UGK) Live
Bun B- One Day (UGK) LiveBun B- One Day (UGK) Live
http://www.onenecktwochains.blogspot.com/ Bun B performing One Day at the Bun B & Friends Show in Houston, Tx at Warehouse Live. -
UGK - Live Wires Connect Ft. Keith Murray|Lord Jamar
UGK - Live Wires Connect Ft. Keith Murray|Lord JamarUGK - Live Wires Connect Ft. Keith Murray|Lord Jamar
1996.
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards
- Duration: 12:42
- Updated: 11 Aug 2013
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards in Orlando, FL.
http://wn.com/UGK_&_Young_Jeezy_perform_at_the_2006_Ozone_Awards
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards in Orlando, FL.
- published: 12 Jan 2011
- views: 4418
- author: ozonemag
Jay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live Performance
- Duration: 4:38
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
Jay-Z had a special on BET and when he performed Big Pimpin' he surprisingly brought out Bun B and Pimp C to perform also. When the song was over the crowd c...
http://wn.com/Jay_Z_featuring_UGK_-_Big_Pimpin'_Live_Performance
Jay-Z had a special on BET and when he performed Big Pimpin' he surprisingly brought out Bun B and Pimp C to perform also. When the song was over the crowd c...
- published: 08 Oct 2010
- views: 50981
- author: UGKBiiiiiitch
UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1
- Duration: 9:12
- Updated: 26 Jun 2013
UGK live in San Antonio with K-Sam and Twice The Power.
http://wn.com/UGK_Live_1994_Pt._1
UGK live in San Antonio with K-Sam and Twice The Power.
- published: 04 Dec 2010
- views: 2825
- author: cocaineblunts
Lil wayne and UGK live performance
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 06 Jun 2013
R.I.P pimp C.
http://wn.com/Lil_wayne_and_UGK_live_performance
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players Anthem
- Duration: 3:15
- Updated: 30 May 2013
UGK live on stage. YAY!
http://wn.com/UGK_Live_@_The_Zune_Barbeque_International_Players_Anthem
UGK Live Wires Connect
- Duration: 6:03
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
Live Wires Connect.
http://wn.com/UGK_Live_Wires_Connect
UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)
- Duration: 6:06
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
a classic track From UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect off the movie soundtrack Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your ...
http://wn.com/UGK_Feat_Keith_Murray_&_Lord_Jamar_-_Live_Wires_Connect_(Excellent_Quality)
a classic track From UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect off the movie soundtrack Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your ...
- published: 25 Apr 2012
- views: 12899
- author: Real Hip Hop
UGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect
- Duration: 3:57
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
UGK and Keith Murray's song from Don't be a Menace...
http://wn.com/UGK_and_Keith_Murray_-_Live_Wires_Connect
UGK and Keith Murray's song from Don't be a Menace...
- published: 21 Jan 2008
- views: 183035
- author: ManUtdAL3X
Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013
- Duration: 2:11
- Updated: 14 Jul 2013
Austin TX SXSW 2013 Video by Julia Beverly/Ozone Magazine.
http://wn.com/Bun_B_(UGK)_"Int'l_Players_Anthem"_Live_at_the_Fader_Fort_SXSW_2013
Austin TX SXSW 2013 Video by Julia Beverly/Ozone Magazine.
- published: 23 Mar 2013
- views: 388
- author: ozonemag
UGK Live Wires Connect lyrics
- Duration: 6:10
- Updated: 27 Jun 2013
Live Wires Connect made by Stefan-Records.
http://wn.com/UGK_Live_Wires_Connect_lyrics
Live Wires Connect made by Stefan-Records.
- published: 15 Jun 2010
- views: 9966
- author: RapMashineEminem
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It Off
- Duration: 1:43
- Updated: 10 Jul 2013
Southern Hip Hop done RIGHT.
http://wn.com/UGK_Live_@_The_Zune_Barbeque_Take_It_Off
![UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/8CbKPKcvy0I/0.jpg "UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]")
UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]
- Duration: 6:04
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
Track 11 from the 1996 comedy movie "don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" ("don't be a menace" for short). Info: "Live W...
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Live_Wires_Connect_Feat._Keith_Murray_&_Lord_Jamar_
Track 11 from the 1996 comedy movie "don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" ("don't be a menace" for short). Info: "Live W...
- published: 24 Apr 2009
- views: 37190
- author: ManUtdAL3X
U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)
- Duration: 4:46
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
EXPLICIT VERSION Someone requested it on one of the other posts of this song so here it is. I managed to grab the MP3 off of some file sharing programing a w...
http://wn.com/U.G.K._-_Ain't_That_A_Bitch_(ft._Devin)_(Explicit_Version)
EXPLICIT VERSION Someone requested it on one of the other posts of this song so here it is. I managed to grab the MP3 off of some file sharing programing a w...
- published: 10 May 2009
- views: 241082
- author: oldskoolradio
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"
- Duration: 4:38
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good" Directed & Co-Produced by R. Scott Budge.
http://wn.com/UGK'z_"Tell_Me_Something_Good"
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good" Directed & Co-Produced by R. Scott Budge.
- published: 11 May 2007
- views: 789947
- author: esferaluz
UGK - One Day
- Duration: 5:26
- Updated: 31 Aug 2014
One Day by UGK. Mr. 3-2, Bun B, and Pimp C. Lyrics: "One Day" (feat. 3-2 and Ron Isley) 3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack, cocaine...
http://wn.com/UGK_-_One_Day
One Day by UGK. Mr. 3-2, Bun B, and Pimp C. Lyrics: "One Day" (feat. 3-2 and Ron Isley) 3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack, cocaine...
- published: 26 Sep 2012
- views: 36222
- author: PimpCofUGK
UGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFE
- Duration: 3:54
- Updated: 13 Aug 2013
LONG LIVE THE PIMP!
http://wn.com/UGK_-_She_luv_it_-_UGK_4_LIFE
UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
- Duration: 4:49
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC.
http://wn.com/UGK_(Underground_Kingz)_feat._Outkast_-_Int'l_Players_Anthem_(I_Choose_You)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC.
- published: 22 Jul 2011
- views: 830691
- author: UGKVEVO
Bun B- One Day (UGK) Live
- Duration: 3:09
- Updated: 24 Jan 2013
http://www.onenecktwochains.blogspot.com/ Bun B performing One Day at the Bun B & Friends Show in Houston, Tx at Warehouse Live.
http://wn.com/Bun_B-_One_Day_(UGK)_Live
http://www.onenecktwochains.blogspot.com/ Bun B performing One Day at the Bun B & Friends Show in Houston, Tx at Warehouse Live.
- published: 21 Jun 2009
- views: 5301
- author: Reporttodetention
UGK - Live Wires Connect Ft. Keith Murray|Lord Jamar
- Duration: 6:04
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
1996.
http://wn.com/UGK_-_Live_Wires_Connect_Ft._Keith_Murray|Lord_Jamar
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UGK Documentary - Full (Part 1 of 6)
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Pimp finishes off his interview with Millaman speaking about prison as a rehabilitative device, it's racial and social implications and homosexuality. -
rap city in pa wit ugk an hezeleo
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mad linx interview ugk on there turf. -
T.I. & Other Artists Speak On The Legendary Pimp C & Bun B From UGK
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ASAP Rocky Talks UGK With Sama'an Ashrawi
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The full interview with ASAP Rocky from Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK. Watch the documentary in its entirety here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v... -
UGK records Hezeleo Too Real For TV exclusive Interview
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U.G.K. Hall of Fame Induction: Interviews with Bun B and Chad Butler Jr.
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The Museum of the Gulf Coast honored The Underground Kingz with a permanent exhibit on December 2nd 2012. This day was pronounced "UGK Day" by Port Arthur Ma... -
UGK Interview
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Quit hating the south - what it means to UGK. -
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT1
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Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this part one ... -
UGK Documentary - Full (Pt. 5 of 6)
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The Story of UGK. -
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama WesTrill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes
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Sypher 360 interview Dub G of UGK records for Video City Tv
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DUB G of UGK tells Sypher 360 about OG Smoke (Original UGK interlude king) coming home and dropping his new project with collaborations with lil Boosie and m... -
A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK
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Follow on twitter for A$AP LATEST: https://twitter.com/TrillASAPMOB A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK A$AP Rocky Intervie... -
Kenny Mac UGK Interview
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Amanda Pollard UGK Interview
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Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT2
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Part 2: Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this p... -
hezeleo ugk interview dallas tx
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Step Yah Game Up Dub-G A&R; of UGK RECORDS Interview
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Host Miss Nicole Interview Dub-G (A&R;) of Ugk Records. -
Bun B of UGK (Pimp C Rip) EXCLUSIVE Interview! THE BLACK SOPRANOS DVD
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The Black Sopranos.COM: Operation CTC: Bun B GIVES AN IN DEPTH INTERVIEW ABOUT UGK, PIMP C AND THE STREETS, DROPPING JEWELS LIVE IN NEW JERSEY WITH JUST SOPR... -
"Mississippi Slim" Performance - Dub G "UGK" Interview (Part 1)
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1ST ANNUAL "I LOVE MISSISSIPPI" SUMMER JAM!!!! -
Bun B Interview- Talks Pimp C and UGK 4 Life (WWW.KEEPITTRILL.COM)
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Discusses how he and Pimp didn't like each other at first. He also talks about his height. lol http://www.KEEPITTRILL.com Forum: www.TRILLTALK.com.
UGK Documentary - Full (Part 1 of 6)
- Duration: 6:29
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
The Story of UGK.
http://wn.com/UGK_Documentary_-_Full_(Part_1_of_6)
Pimp C UGK part 3 - EP2 Part5
- Duration: 3:43
- Updated: 19 Jul 2014
Pimp finishes off his interview with Millaman speaking about prison as a rehabilitative device, it's racial and social implications and homosexuality.
http://wn.com/Pimp_C_UGK_part_3_-_EP2_Part5
Pimp finishes off his interview with Millaman speaking about prison as a rehabilitative device, it's racial and social implications and homosexuality.
- published: 03 May 2008
- views: 18650
- author: hiphop2nite
rap city in pa wit ugk an hezeleo
- Duration: 3:57
- Updated: 26 Jul 2013
mad linx interview ugk on there turf.
http://wn.com/rap_city_in_pa_wit_ugk_an_hezeleo
T.I. & Other Artists Speak On The Legendary Pimp C & Bun B From UGK
- Duration: 6:14
- Updated: 27 Aug 2014
Off The Raw Report DVD Magazine. R.I.P. Pimp C.
http://wn.com/T.I._&_Other_Artists_Speak_On_The_Legendary_Pimp_C_&_Bun_B_From_UGK
Off The Raw Report DVD Magazine. R.I.P. Pimp C.
- published: 13 Feb 2010
- views: 29268
- author: TIPimSerious
ASAP Rocky Talks UGK With Sama'an Ashrawi
- Duration: 6:28
- Updated: 10 Aug 2014
The full interview with ASAP Rocky from Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK. Watch the documentary in its entirety here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...
http://wn.com/ASAP_Rocky_Talks_UGK_With_Sama'an_Ashrawi
The full interview with ASAP Rocky from Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK. Watch the documentary in its entirety here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...
- published: 13 Feb 2013
- views: 10398
- author: Sama\'an Ashrawi
UGK records Hezeleo Too Real For TV exclusive Interview
- Duration: 9:58
- Updated: 02 Aug 2014
www.TooRealForTV.com UGK records artist Hezeleo does an Exclusive Interview with Award Winning Filmmaker Michael MAROY.
http://wn.com/UGK_records_Hezeleo_Too_Real_For_TV_exclusive_Interview
www.TooRealForTV.com UGK records artist Hezeleo does an Exclusive Interview with Award Winning Filmmaker Michael MAROY.
- published: 22 Feb 2014
- views: 12460
- author: TooRealForTV
U.G.K. Hall of Fame Induction: Interviews with Bun B and Chad Butler Jr.
- Duration: 10:21
- Updated: 19 Aug 2014
The Museum of the Gulf Coast honored The Underground Kingz with a permanent exhibit on December 2nd 2012. This day was pronounced "UGK Day" by Port Arthur Ma...
http://wn.com/U.G.K._Hall_of_Fame_Induction_Interviews_with_Bun_B_and_Chad_Butler_Jr.
The Museum of the Gulf Coast honored The Underground Kingz with a permanent exhibit on December 2nd 2012. This day was pronounced "UGK Day" by Port Arthur Ma...
- published: 18 Dec 2012
- views: 6981
- author: Tony Stolfa
UGK Interview
- Duration: 1:43
- Updated: 17 Aug 2012
Quit hating the south - what it means to UGK.
http://wn.com/UGK_Interview
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT1
- Duration: 4:12
- Updated: 04 May 2014
Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this part one ...
http://wn.com/Bun_B_(UGK)_Exclusive_Interview_PT1
Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this part one ...
- published: 01 Apr 2008
- views: 21304
- author: EdMagikTV
UGK Documentary - Full (Pt. 5 of 6)
- Duration: 6:36
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
The Story of UGK.
http://wn.com/UGK_Documentary_-_Full_(Pt._5_of_6)
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes
- Duration: 8:50
- Updated: 22 Jun 2013
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes.
http://wn.com/Trill_Spill_Tv_&_Supastarsmag.com_Part_1_interview_with_UGK's_Pimp_C_Mama_Wes
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes.
- published: 07 Dec 2012
- views: 477
- author: Tre Dubb
Sypher 360 interview Dub G of UGK records for Video City Tv
- Duration: 3:14
- Updated: 27 Jun 2014
DUB G of UGK tells Sypher 360 about OG Smoke (Original UGK interlude king) coming home and dropping his new project with collaborations with lil Boosie and m...
http://wn.com/Sypher_360_interview_Dub_G_of_UGK_records_for_Video_City_Tv
DUB G of UGK tells Sypher 360 about OG Smoke (Original UGK interlude king) coming home and dropping his new project with collaborations with lil Boosie and m...
- published: 25 Jun 2014
- views: 31
- author: Sonia Tyler
A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK
- Duration: 6:35
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Follow on twitter for A$AP LATEST: https://twitter.com/TrillASAPMOB A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK A$AP Rocky Intervie...
http://wn.com/AAP_Rocky_Freestyle_and_Interviews_DMX,_Bone_Thugs_and_Harmony,_UGK
Follow on twitter for A$AP LATEST: https://twitter.com/TrillASAPMOB A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK A$AP Rocky Intervie...
- published: 02 Mar 2013
- views: 8247
- author: TrilluminatiASAP
Kenny Mac UGK Interview
- Duration: 2:01
- Updated: 07 Aug 2014
Kenny MacGuyver interview at UGK Weekly Showcase.
http://wn.com/Kenny_Mac_UGK_Interview
Kenny MacGuyver interview at UGK Weekly Showcase.
- published: 12 Nov 2013
- views: 103
- author: samleake
Amanda Pollard UGK Interview
- Duration: 2:06
- Updated: 16 Jan 2014
Amanda Pollard has a candid backstage access interview with Small Change at Underground Kingz in Winston-Salem, NC.
http://wn.com/Amanda_Pollard_UGK_Interview
Amanda Pollard has a candid backstage access interview with Small Change at Underground Kingz in Winston-Salem, NC.
- published: 25 Sep 2013
- views: 99
- author: samleake
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT2
- Duration: 4:50
- Updated: 04 May 2014
Part 2: Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this p...
http://wn.com/Bun_B_(UGK)_Exclusive_Interview_PT2
Part 2: Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this p...
- published: 02 Apr 2008
- views: 6723
- author: EdMagikTV
hezeleo ugk interview dallas tx
- Duration: 2:09
- Updated: 15 Apr 2012
U.G.K. records Hezeleo does interview outside dallas club.
http://wn.com/hezeleo_ugk_interview_dallas_tx
U.G.K. records Hezeleo does interview outside dallas club.
- published: 08 Dec 2011
- views: 447
- author: J.B. Brown
Step Yah Game Up Dub-G A&R; of UGK RECORDS Interview
- Duration: 3:51
- Updated: 02 Jun 2012
Host Miss Nicole Interview Dub-G (A&R;) of Ugk Records.
http://wn.com/Step_Yah_Game_Up_Dub-G_A&R;_of_UGK_RECORDS_Interview
Host Miss Nicole Interview Dub-G (A&R;) of Ugk Records.
- published: 01 Jan 2009
- views: 1436
- author: StepYahGameUpTV
Bun B of UGK (Pimp C Rip) EXCLUSIVE Interview! THE BLACK SOPRANOS DVD
- Duration: 2:40
- Updated: 05 Aug 2014
The Black Sopranos.COM: Operation CTC: Bun B GIVES AN IN DEPTH INTERVIEW ABOUT UGK, PIMP C AND THE STREETS, DROPPING JEWELS LIVE IN NEW JERSEY WITH JUST SOPR...
http://wn.com/Bun_B_of_UGK_(Pimp_C_Rip)_EXCLUSIVE_Interview!_THE_BLACK_SOPRANOS_DVD
The Black Sopranos.COM: Operation CTC: Bun B GIVES AN IN DEPTH INTERVIEW ABOUT UGK, PIMP C AND THE STREETS, DROPPING JEWELS LIVE IN NEW JERSEY WITH JUST SOPR...
- published: 07 Aug 2008
- views: 3139
- author: theblacksopranos
"Mississippi Slim" Performance - Dub G "UGK" Interview (Part 1)
- Duration: 7:57
- Updated: 25 Apr 2013
1ST ANNUAL "I LOVE MISSISSIPPI" SUMMER JAM!!!!
http://wn.com/"Mississippi_Slim"_Performance_-_Dub_G_"UGK"_Interview_(Part_1)
Bun B Interview- Talks Pimp C and UGK 4 Life (WWW.KEEPITTRILL.COM)
- Duration: 4:35
- Updated: 27 Aug 2013
Discusses how he and Pimp didn't like each other at first. He also talks about his height. lol http://www.KEEPITTRILL.com Forum: www.TRILLTALK.com.
http://wn.com/Bun_B_Interview-_Talks_Pimp_C_and_UGK_4_Life_(WWW.KEEPITTRILL.COM)
Discusses how he and Pimp didn't like each other at first. He also talks about his height. lol http://www.KEEPITTRILL.com Forum: www.TRILLTALK.com.
- published: 31 Mar 2009
- views: 431
- author: KeepItTrill
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UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]
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Ridin' Dirty is the third studio album by UGK. The album was released on July 30, 1996, by Jive Records. Despite no music videos or official singles being released, it is their best selling album with 847,454 copies sold as of 2011, with 67,200 copies sold in its first week out. "Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." Social N -
UGK ~ Underground Kingz: The Making Of The Album
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UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (UK) (full album)
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Caddy Bay Presents: UGK mixed with Com Truise. This is the first part of a 2 part UGK cloud mix series. Download: https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-com-t... -
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Cory Mo on Houston Rap, UGK, Talib Kweli, Solo album
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2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK
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DJ Screw - Ridin' Dirty (Disk 1 & 2)
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Chapter 182 - Ridin' Dirty 1996 (UGK Tape) Disk 1 : 1. Fuck My Car (Freestyle) - UGK/No One Else (Freestyle) - Bun B 2. Live And Die For Hip-Hop (Freestyle) ... -
Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS
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GRAND SLAM TENNIS 2 - UGK KICKER V RODDICK- WIMBLEDON FINAL SEASON YEAR 4 HD PVR.
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Bun B - Trill (Full Album)
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1. The Inauguration 00:00 2. Bun 01:51 3. Get Throwed ft. Pimp C, Z-Ro, Young Jeezy & Jay-Z 05:57 4. Draped Up ft. Lil' Keke 09:50 5. I'm Fresh ft. Mannie Fr... -
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All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
4 Декабря 2007 года скончался Pimp C из U.G.K. Смерть штука невеселая в любом возрасте. Но когда умирает человек, в общем-то, совсем не старый, несправедливо... -
Livestream - UGK Server
Livestream - UGK ServerLivestream - UGK Server
Sorry voor die harde lagg ik ga het fixen! -
Homage To UGK
Homage To UGKHomage To UGK
Onyx Truth Podcast 34 http://www.onyxtruth.com iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/onyx-truth-podcast/id847919860 Stitcher: http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/onyx-truth?refid=stpr -
World at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas Edition
World at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas EditionWorld at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas Edition
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TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!
TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!
The winner of the UGK Money In The Bank Contest 2013 is..... WATCH AND FIND OUT! -
DJ Psy2ko-"Righteous Radio" w/ UGK rec. (made with Spreaker)
DJ Psy2ko-"Righteous Radio" w/ UGK rec. (made with Spreaker)DJ Psy2ko-"Righteous Radio" w/ UGK rec. (made with Spreaker)
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UGK vs iGLG
UGK vs iGLGUGK vs iGLG
Black Ops UGK vs. iGLG. -
U.G.K.
U.G.K.U.G.K.
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UGK DUB
UGK DUBUGK DUB
![UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/IGfQ27le-Pw/0.jpg "UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]")
UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]
- Duration: 65:29
- Updated: 16 Oct 2014
Ridin' Dirty is the third studio album by UGK. The album was released on July 30, 1996, by Jive Records. Despite no music videos or official singles being released, it is their best selling album with 847,454 copies sold as of 2011, with 67,200 copies sold in its first week out.
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R.I.P Pimp C 1973-2007
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Ridin' Dirty is the third studio album by UGK. The album was released on July 30, 1996, by Jive Records. Despite no music videos or official singles being released, it is their best selling album with 847,454 copies sold as of 2011, with 67,200 copies sold in its first week out.
"Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use."
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Bun B's twitter: https://twitter.com/BunBTrillOG
Bun B's Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bunbofugk
R.I.P Pimp C 1973-2007
- published: 16 Oct 2014
- views: 10
UGK ~ Underground Kingz: The Making Of The Album
- Duration: 84:22
- Updated: 11 Aug 2014
TexasTrillShit #UGK4Life.
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UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (UK) (full album)
- Duration: 27:02
- Updated: 28 Aug 2014
Caddy Bay presents: UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (Dean Blunt & Inga Copeland) (full album) https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-hype-williams-full-album Follow on T...
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Caddy Bay presents: UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (Dean Blunt & Inga Copeland) (full album) https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-hype-williams-full-album Follow on T...
- published: 29 Mar 2014
- views: 454
- author: smoovelawyer
UGK vs Com Truise (full album)
- Duration: 30:02
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
Caddy Bay Presents: UGK mixed with Com Truise. This is the first part of a 2 part UGK cloud mix series. Download: https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-com-t...
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Caddy Bay Presents: UGK mixed with Com Truise. This is the first part of a 2 part UGK cloud mix series. Download: https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-com-t...
- published: 30 Aug 2013
- views: 3738
- author: smoovelawyer
Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK, Part 2
- Duration: 56:19
- Updated: 20 Aug 2014
Trill Gladiator, journalist, and film-maker, Sama'an Ashrawi, released part 1 of the UGK tribute series in November of 2012. Halfway through 2013, he release...
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Trill Gladiator, journalist, and film-maker, Sama'an Ashrawi, released part 1 of the UGK tribute series in November of 2012. Halfway through 2013, he release...
- published: 02 Jul 2013
- views: 4311
- author: Sama\'an Ashrawi
Cory Mo on Houston Rap, UGK, Talib Kweli, Solo album
- Duration: 21:27
- Updated: 22 Jun 2014
The Sports Courier's Fred Richani interviews rapper/producer Cory Mo about his decorated music career, working with UGK, the Houston rap scene, Pimp C's legacy, his colleague Talib Kweli, his...
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The Sports Courier's Fred Richani interviews rapper/producer Cory Mo about his decorated music career, working with UGK, the Houston rap scene, Pimp C's legacy, his colleague Talib Kweli, his...
- published: 28 Jan 2014
- views: 410
- author: TSC News
PIMP C PIMPALATION RETURN OF THE TRILL DVD
- Duration: 59:47
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
http://wn.com/PIMP_C_PIMPALATION_RETURN_OF_THE_TRILL_DVD
![2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/3AsidD_BTKg/0.jpg "2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK")
2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK
- Duration: 41:22
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
OZONE Magazine's first annual OZONE Awards, held in August 2006 in Orlando FL at the Bob Carr Auditorium. This is the edited version which aired on MTV Jams....
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OZONE Magazine's first annual OZONE Awards, held in August 2006 in Orlando FL at the Bob Carr Auditorium. This is the edited version which aired on MTV Jams....
- published: 23 Mar 2013
- views: 3668
- author: ozonemag
DJ Screw - Ridin' Dirty (Disk 1 & 2)
- Duration: 102:58
- Updated: 25 Aug 2014
Chapter 182 - Ridin' Dirty 1996 (UGK Tape) Disk 1 : 1. Fuck My Car (Freestyle) - UGK/No One Else (Freestyle) - Bun B 2. Live And Die For Hip-Hop (Freestyle) ...
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Chapter 182 - Ridin' Dirty 1996 (UGK Tape) Disk 1 : 1. Fuck My Car (Freestyle) - UGK/No One Else (Freestyle) - Bun B 2. Live And Die For Hip-Hop (Freestyle) ...
- published: 06 Jan 2012
- views: 29127
- author: southsidehtx1
![Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/iEWuFfxd6PM/0.jpg "Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS")
Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS
- Duration: 27:43
- Updated: 12 Aug 2014
Thumbs Up Link: Cuz seeker missiles have been hogging all the fun lately: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR4kyv4vS_Q&hd;=1.
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Thumbs Up Link: Cuz seeker missiles have been hogging all the fun lately: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR4kyv4vS_Q&hd;=1.
- published: 16 Apr 2013
- views: 1805
- author: Ketroc21
GRAND SLAM TENNIS 2 - UGK KICKER V RODDICK- WIMBLEDON FINAL SEASON YEAR 4 HD PVR.
- Duration: 21:03
- Updated: 02 Aug 2014
REALLY TOUGH GAME VERY ENJOYABLE THOUGH GREAT STUFF UGK KICKER AKa CHARGINGCAR,,,,,,,,,
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REALLY TOUGH GAME VERY ENJOYABLE THOUGH GREAT STUFF UGK KICKER AKa CHARGINGCAR,,,,,,,,,
- published: 15 Feb 2012
- views: 2701
- author: Formula Corsa Modding
Bun B - Trill (Full Album)
- Duration: 73:55
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
1. The Inauguration 00:00 2. Bun 01:51 3. Get Throwed ft. Pimp C, Z-Ro, Young Jeezy & Jay-Z 05:57 4. Draped Up ft. Lil' Keke 09:50 5. I'm Fresh ft. Mannie Fr...
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1. The Inauguration 00:00 2. Bun 01:51 3. Get Throwed ft. Pimp C, Z-Ro, Young Jeezy & Jay-Z 05:57 4. Draped Up ft. Lil' Keke 09:50 5. I'm Fresh ft. Mannie Fr...
- published: 10 Nov 2013
- views: 116623
- author: Otto Von Helvete
![All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141101194147im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/qB-30Yeu2PU/0.jpg "All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]")
All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
- Duration: 25:13
- Updated: 13 Aug 2014
4 Декабря 2007 года скончался Pimp C из U.G.K. Смерть штука невеселая в любом возрасте. Но когда умирает человек, в общем-то, совсем не старый, несправедливо...
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4 Декабря 2007 года скончался Pimp C из U.G.K. Смерть штука невеселая в любом возрасте. Но когда умирает человек, в общем-то, совсем не старый, несправедливо...
- published: 03 Dec 2013
- views: 591
- author: [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
Livestream - UGK Server
- Duration: 84:30
- Updated: 13 Apr 2013
Sorry voor die harde lagg ik ga het fixen!
http://wn.com/Livestream_-_UGK_Server
Homage To UGK
- Duration: 65:15
- Updated: 22 Oct 2014
Onyx Truth Podcast 34
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Onyx Truth Podcast 34
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- published: 22 Oct 2014
- views: 7
World at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas Edition
- Duration: 23:21
- Updated: 13 Feb 2012
http://wn.com/World_at_War_Custom_Zombie_Map_UGK_Mod_Chirstmas_Edition
TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!
- Duration: 23:54
- Updated: 31 Jan 2014
The winner of the UGK Money In The Bank Contest 2013 is..... WATCH AND FIND OUT!
http://wn.com/TMS_073_UGK_Money_In_The_Bank_Results!!!
The winner of the UGK Money In The Bank Contest 2013 is..... WATCH AND FIND OUT!
- published: 14 Jul 2013
- views: 69
- author: Thomas Murray
DJ Psy2ko-"Righteous Radio" w/ UGK rec. (made with Spreaker)
- Duration: 90:12
- Updated: 20 Jul 2014
Source:
http://www.spreaker.com/user/6522170/dj-psy2ko-righteous-radio-w-ugk-rec
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Source:
http://www.spreaker.com/user/6522170/dj-psy2ko-righteous-radio-w-ugk-rec
- published: 20 Jul 2014
- views: 0
U.G.K.
- Duration: 41:39
- Updated: 27 Jul 2014
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I created this video with the YouTube Video Editor (http://www.youtube.com/editor)
- published: 16 Dec 2012
- views: 22
- author: c martin
- Playlist
- Chat
5:25
U.G.K - One Day
U.G.K - One Day R.I.P PIMP C U.G.K 4 LIFE....
published: 02 Jun 2010
author: AggTownBanger1
U.G.K - One Day
U.G.K - One Day
U.G.K - One Day R.I.P PIMP C U.G.K 4 LIFE.- published: 02 Jun 2010
- views: 1517144
- author: AggTownBanger1
58:01
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
PIMP C REST IN PEACE YEAR: 1992 LABEL: JIVE PIMP C & BUN B TRACKLIST Something Good (Exten...
published: 02 Oct 2013
author: Madrid Queensbridge
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
UGK - Too Hard To Swallow 1992 FULL ALBUM
PIMP C REST IN PEACE YEAR: 1992 LABEL: JIVE PIMP C & BUN B TRACKLIST Something Good (Extended Version) -- 00:00 Use Me Up -- 05:27 Pocket Full of Stones -- 0...- published: 02 Oct 2013
- views: 79730
- author: Madrid Queensbridge
5:08
UGK - The Game Belongs To Me
Music video by UGK performing The Game Belongs To Me. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 35813 ...
published: 25 Oct 2009
author: UGKVEVO
UGK - The Game Belongs To Me
UGK - The Game Belongs To Me
Music video by UGK performing The Game Belongs To Me. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 35813 (C) 2007 Zomba Recording, LLC.- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 3577593
- author: UGKVEVO
129:15
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album Disc 1 1. Swishas and Dosha 0:00 2. Internatio...
published: 28 Aug 2014
author: EAsource.com
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album
UGK - Underground Kingz (2 Disc) Full Album Disc 1 1. Swishas and Dosha 0:00 2. International Players Anthem (I Choose You) ft Outkast 5:10 3. Chrome Plated ...- published: 28 Aug 2014
- views: 454
- author: EAsource.com
5:26
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2...
published: 25 Oct 2009
author: UGKVEVO
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You) (Director's Cut)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC.- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 6086924
- author: UGKVEVO
4:21
UGK - Diamonds & Wood
DownSouth GangsterMusic....
published: 28 May 2007
author: mississippi7414
UGK - Diamonds & Wood
UGK - Diamonds & Wood
DownSouth GangsterMusic.- published: 28 May 2007
- views: 3616644
- author: mississippi7414
4:31
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
R.I.P. C....
published: 02 Jul 2009
author: bossplaya82
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
UGK & Young Jeezy & Z Ro Get Throwed
R.I.P. C.- published: 02 Jul 2009
- views: 1308803
- author: bossplaya82
4:06
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
http://texas-massacre.blogspot.com UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD] R.I.P. PIM...
published: 29 Jul 2012
author: george clowney
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD]
http://texas-massacre.blogspot.com UGK - Wood Wheel (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) [HD] R.I.P. PIMP C.- published: 29 Jul 2012
- views: 4127
- author: george clowney
7:42
UGK-Gravy
From Tha "Underground Kingz" Album TP For The Money plzz check it out & leave comments htt...
published: 23 Feb 2009
author: ChopperCityBoy26
UGK-Gravy
UGK-Gravy
From Tha "Underground Kingz" Album TP For The Money plzz check it out & leave comments http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YtNeprVe4Y.- published: 23 Feb 2009
- views: 694982
- author: ChopperCityBoy26
5:29
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - 1996 ALBUM "RIDIN DIRTY " TRACK # 10 - HI-LIFE....
published: 30 Mar 2010
author: Trei Taylor
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - Hi-Life - ( TRACK # 10 )
UGK - 1996 ALBUM "RIDIN DIRTY " TRACK # 10 - HI-LIFE.- published: 30 Mar 2010
- views: 764869
- author: Trei Taylor
3:53
UGK - Murder
Track 3 "Murder" from the third album "Ridin' Dirty" by UGK ... it is their best selling a...
published: 03 Jun 2012
author: Goodpound
UGK - Murder
UGK - Murder
Track 3 "Murder" from the third album "Ridin' Dirty" by UGK ... it is their best selling album with 847454 copies sold as of 2011... Released: July 29, 1996.- published: 03 Jun 2012
- views: 26796
- author: Goodpound
4:55
pourin up- ugk
Pimp C Bun B aka UGK- and mike jones R.I.P to the irreplaceable Pimp C....
published: 03 Jul 2008
author: matt Chappell
pourin up- ugk
pourin up- ugk
Pimp C Bun B aka UGK- and mike jones R.I.P to the irreplaceable Pimp C.- published: 03 Jul 2008
- views: 634375
- author: matt Chappell
Youtube results:
5:15
UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)
Underground kingz off super tight 1994 R.I.P Pimp C....
published: 07 Dec 2007
author: Deany Boii
UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)
UGK - Front,Back& Side To Side (original)
Underground kingz off super tight 1994 R.I.P Pimp C.- published: 07 Dec 2007
- views: 496008
- author: Deany Boii
4:28
UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)
U.G.K. (Underground Kingz) From the album "Too Hard To Swallow" released in 1992....
published: 10 Oct 2010
author: stunna905
UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)
UGK - Use Me Up (COMPLETE VIDEO)
U.G.K. (Underground Kingz) From the album "Too Hard To Swallow" released in 1992.- published: 10 Oct 2010
- views: 72225
- author: stunna905
7:58
UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]
UGK Livin This Life From The Album UNDERGROUND KINGS RIP PIMP [Chorus: Pimp C singing] Lor...
published: 10 Jan 2009
author: eozzy kingo
UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]
UGK- Living This Life [With Lyrics]
UGK Livin This Life From The Album UNDERGROUND KINGS RIP PIMP [Chorus: Pimp C singing] Lord it's so hard, living this life A constant struggle each and every...- published: 10 Jan 2009
- views: 234524
- author: eozzy kingo
3:18
U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble
http://www.RapMusicGuide.com http://www.Cashflow420.com U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble F...
published: 24 Jul 2007
author: Cashflow415
U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble
U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble
http://www.RapMusicGuide.com http://www.Cashflow420.com U.G.K. - It's Supposed To Bubble From the 1993 album titled Super Tight.- published: 24 Jul 2007
- views: 570937
- author: Cashflow415
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12:42
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards in Orlando, FL....
published: 12 Jan 2011
author: ozonemag
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards
UGK & Young Jeezy perform at the 2006 Ozone Awards in Orlando, FL.- published: 12 Jan 2011
- views: 4418
- author: ozonemag
4:38
Jay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live Performance
Jay-Z had a special on BET and when he performed Big Pimpin' he surprisingly brought out B...
published: 08 Oct 2010
author: UGKBiiiiiitch
Jay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live Performance
Jay Z featuring UGK - Big Pimpin' Live Performance
Jay-Z had a special on BET and when he performed Big Pimpin' he surprisingly brought out Bun B and Pimp C to perform also. When the song was over the crowd c...- published: 08 Oct 2010
- views: 50981
- author: UGKBiiiiiitch
9:12
UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1
UGK live in San Antonio with K-Sam and Twice The Power....
published: 04 Dec 2010
author: cocaineblunts
UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1
UGK Live 1994 Pt. 1
UGK live in San Antonio with K-Sam and Twice The Power.- published: 04 Dec 2010
- views: 2825
- author: cocaineblunts
3:15
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players Anthem
UGK live on stage. YAY!...
published: 13 Jul 2007
author: EmpressEricka
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players Anthem
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: International Players Anthem
UGK live on stage. YAY!- published: 13 Jul 2007
- views: 10643
- author: EmpressEricka
6:03
UGK Live Wires Connect
Live Wires Connect....
published: 26 Nov 2007
author: thisiscompton
UGK Live Wires Connect
UGK Live Wires Connect
Live Wires Connect.- published: 26 Nov 2007
- views: 52547
- author: thisiscompton
6:06
UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)
a classic track From UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect off the movie...
published: 25 Apr 2012
author: Real Hip Hop
UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)
UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect (Excellent Quality)
a classic track From UGK Feat Keith Murray & Lord Jamar - Live Wires Connect off the movie soundtrack Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your ...- published: 25 Apr 2012
- views: 12899
- author: Real Hip Hop
3:57
UGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect
UGK and Keith Murray's song from Don't be a Menace......
published: 21 Jan 2008
author: ManUtdAL3X
UGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect
UGK and Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect
UGK and Keith Murray's song from Don't be a Menace...- published: 21 Jan 2008
- views: 183035
- author: ManUtdAL3X
2:11
Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013
Austin TX SXSW 2013 Video by Julia Beverly/Ozone Magazine....
published: 23 Mar 2013
author: ozonemag
Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013
Bun B (UGK) "Int'l Players Anthem" Live at the Fader Fort SXSW 2013
Austin TX SXSW 2013 Video by Julia Beverly/Ozone Magazine.- published: 23 Mar 2013
- views: 388
- author: ozonemag
6:10
UGK Live Wires Connect lyrics
Live Wires Connect made by Stefan-Records....
published: 15 Jun 2010
author: RapMashineEminem
UGK Live Wires Connect lyrics
UGK Live Wires Connect lyrics
Live Wires Connect made by Stefan-Records.- published: 15 Jun 2010
- views: 9966
- author: RapMashineEminem
1:43
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It Off
Southern Hip Hop done RIGHT....
published: 13 Jul 2007
author: EmpressEricka
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It Off
UGK Live @ The Zune Barbeque: Take It Off
Southern Hip Hop done RIGHT.- published: 13 Jul 2007
- views: 12587
- author: EmpressEricka
6:04
UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]
Track 11 from the 1996 comedy movie "don't be a menace to south central while drinking you...
published: 24 Apr 2009
author: ManUtdAL3X
UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]
UGK - Live Wires Connect [Feat. Keith Murray & Lord Jamar]
Track 11 from the 1996 comedy movie "don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" ("don't be a menace" for short). Info: "Live W...- published: 24 Apr 2009
- views: 37190
- author: ManUtdAL3X
4:46
U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)
EXPLICIT VERSION Someone requested it on one of the other posts of this song so here it is...
published: 10 May 2009
author: oldskoolradio
U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)
U.G.K. - Ain't That A Bitch (ft. Devin) (Explicit Version)
EXPLICIT VERSION Someone requested it on one of the other posts of this song so here it is. I managed to grab the MP3 off of some file sharing programing a w...- published: 10 May 2009
- views: 241082
- author: oldskoolradio
4:38
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good" Directed & Co-Produced by R. Scott Budge....
published: 11 May 2007
author: esferaluz
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good"
UGK'z "Tell Me Something Good" Directed & Co-Produced by R. Scott Budge.- published: 11 May 2007
- views: 789947
- author: esferaluz
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UGK - One Day
One Day by UGK. Mr. 3-2, Bun B, and Pimp C. Lyrics: "One Day" (feat. 3-2 and Ron Isley) 3-...
published: 26 Sep 2012
author: PimpCofUGK
UGK - One Day
UGK - One Day
One Day by UGK. Mr. 3-2, Bun B, and Pimp C. Lyrics: "One Day" (feat. 3-2 and Ron Isley) 3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack, cocaine...- published: 26 Sep 2012
- views: 36222
- author: PimpCofUGK
3:54
UGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFE
LONG LIVE THE PIMP!...
published: 26 Mar 2009
author: Worscht3000
UGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFE
UGK - She luv it - UGK 4 LIFE
LONG LIVE THE PIMP!- published: 26 Mar 2009
- views: 384840
- author: Worscht3000
4:49
UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2...
published: 22 Jul 2011
author: UGKVEVO
UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
UGK (Underground Kingz) feat. Outkast - Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
Music video by UGK featuring Outkast performing Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You). (C) 2007 Zomba Recording LLC.- published: 22 Jul 2011
- views: 830691
- author: UGKVEVO
3:09
Bun B- One Day (UGK) Live
http://www.onenecktwochains.blogspot.com/ Bun B performing One Day at the Bun B & Friends ...
published: 21 Jun 2009
author: Reporttodetention
Bun B- One Day (UGK) Live
Bun B- One Day (UGK) Live
http://www.onenecktwochains.blogspot.com/ Bun B performing One Day at the Bun B & Friends Show in Houston, Tx at Warehouse Live.- published: 21 Jun 2009
- views: 5301
- author: Reporttodetention
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3:43
Pimp C UGK part 3 - EP2 Part5
Pimp finishes off his interview with Millaman speaking about prison as a rehabilitative de...
published: 03 May 2008
author: hiphop2nite
Pimp C UGK part 3 - EP2 Part5
Pimp C UGK part 3 - EP2 Part5
Pimp finishes off his interview with Millaman speaking about prison as a rehabilitative device, it's racial and social implications and homosexuality.- published: 03 May 2008
- views: 18650
- author: hiphop2nite
6:14
T.I. & Other Artists Speak On The Legendary Pimp C & Bun B From UGK
Off The Raw Report DVD Magazine. R.I.P. Pimp C....
published: 13 Feb 2010
author: TIPimSerious
T.I. & Other Artists Speak On The Legendary Pimp C & Bun B From UGK
T.I. & Other Artists Speak On The Legendary Pimp C & Bun B From UGK
Off The Raw Report DVD Magazine. R.I.P. Pimp C.- published: 13 Feb 2010
- views: 29268
- author: TIPimSerious
6:28
ASAP Rocky Talks UGK With Sama'an Ashrawi
The full interview with ASAP Rocky from Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK. Watch t...
published: 13 Feb 2013
author: Sama\'an Ashrawi
ASAP Rocky Talks UGK With Sama'an Ashrawi
ASAP Rocky Talks UGK With Sama'an Ashrawi
The full interview with ASAP Rocky from Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK. Watch the documentary in its entirety here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...- published: 13 Feb 2013
- views: 10398
- author: Sama\'an Ashrawi
9:58
UGK records Hezeleo Too Real For TV exclusive Interview
www.TooRealForTV.com UGK records artist Hezeleo does an Exclusive Interview with Award Win...
published: 22 Feb 2014
author: TooRealForTV
UGK records Hezeleo Too Real For TV exclusive Interview
UGK records Hezeleo Too Real For TV exclusive Interview
www.TooRealForTV.com UGK records artist Hezeleo does an Exclusive Interview with Award Winning Filmmaker Michael MAROY.- published: 22 Feb 2014
- views: 12460
- author: TooRealForTV
10:21
U.G.K. Hall of Fame Induction: Interviews with Bun B and Chad Butler Jr.
The Museum of the Gulf Coast honored The Underground Kingz with a permanent exhibit on Dec...
published: 18 Dec 2012
author: Tony Stolfa
U.G.K. Hall of Fame Induction: Interviews with Bun B and Chad Butler Jr.
U.G.K. Hall of Fame Induction: Interviews with Bun B and Chad Butler Jr.
The Museum of the Gulf Coast honored The Underground Kingz with a permanent exhibit on December 2nd 2012. This day was pronounced "UGK Day" by Port Arthur Ma...- published: 18 Dec 2012
- views: 6981
- author: Tony Stolfa
4:12
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT1
Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV...
published: 01 Apr 2008
author: EdMagikTV
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT1
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT1
Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this part one ...- published: 01 Apr 2008
- views: 21304
- author: EdMagikTV
8:50
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes....
published: 07 Dec 2012
author: Tre Dubb
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes
Trill Spill Tv & Supastarsmag.com Part 1 interview with UGK's Pimp C Mama Wes.- published: 07 Dec 2012
- views: 477
- author: Tre Dubb
3:14
Sypher 360 interview Dub G of UGK records for Video City Tv
DUB G of UGK tells Sypher 360 about OG Smoke (Original UGK interlude king) coming home and...
published: 25 Jun 2014
author: Sonia Tyler
Sypher 360 interview Dub G of UGK records for Video City Tv
Sypher 360 interview Dub G of UGK records for Video City Tv
DUB G of UGK tells Sypher 360 about OG Smoke (Original UGK interlude king) coming home and dropping his new project with collaborations with lil Boosie and m...- published: 25 Jun 2014
- views: 31
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6:35
A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK
Follow on twitter for A$AP LATEST: https://twitter.com/TrillASAPMOB A$AP Rocky Freestyle a...
published: 02 Mar 2013
author: TrilluminatiASAP
A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK
A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK
Follow on twitter for A$AP LATEST: https://twitter.com/TrillASAPMOB A$AP Rocky Freestyle and Interviews: DMX, Bone Thugs and Harmony, UGK A$AP Rocky Intervie...- published: 02 Mar 2013
- views: 8247
- author: TrilluminatiASAP
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2:06
Amanda Pollard UGK Interview
Amanda Pollard has a candid backstage access interview with Small Change at Underground Ki...
published: 25 Sep 2013
author: samleake
Amanda Pollard UGK Interview
Amanda Pollard UGK Interview
Amanda Pollard has a candid backstage access interview with Small Change at Underground Kingz in Winston-Salem, NC.- published: 25 Sep 2013
- views: 99
- author: samleake
4:50
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT2
Part 2: Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed ...
published: 02 Apr 2008
author: EdMagikTV
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT2
Bun B (UGK) Exclusive Interview PT2
Part 2: Kevin Tate, independent host for TRUE Magazine and TRUE TV in association with Ed Magik TV, interviews rap recording artist Bun B (UGK). Watch this p...- published: 02 Apr 2008
- views: 6723
- author: EdMagikTV
2:09
hezeleo ugk interview dallas tx
U.G.K. records Hezeleo does interview outside dallas club....
published: 08 Dec 2011
author: J.B. Brown
hezeleo ugk interview dallas tx
hezeleo ugk interview dallas tx
U.G.K. records Hezeleo does interview outside dallas club.- published: 08 Dec 2011
- views: 447
- author: J.B. Brown
3:51
Step Yah Game Up Dub-G A&R; of UGK RECORDS Interview
Host Miss Nicole Interview Dub-G (A&R;) of Ugk Records....
published: 01 Jan 2009
author: StepYahGameUpTV
Step Yah Game Up Dub-G A&R; of UGK RECORDS Interview
Step Yah Game Up Dub-G A&R; of UGK RECORDS Interview
Host Miss Nicole Interview Dub-G (A&R;) of Ugk Records.- published: 01 Jan 2009
- views: 1436
- author: StepYahGameUpTV
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65:29
UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]
Ridin' Dirty is the third studio album by UGK. The album was released on July 30, 1996, by...
published: 16 Oct 2014
UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]
UGK Ridin' Dirty [FULL ALBUM]
Ridin' Dirty is the third studio album by UGK. The album was released on July 30, 1996, by Jive Records. Despite no music videos or official singles being released, it is their best selling album with 847,454 copies sold as of 2011, with 67,200 copies sold in its first week out. "Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." Social Network: Bun B's twitter: https://twitter.com/BunBTrillOG Bun B's Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bunbofugk R.I.P Pimp C 1973-2007- published: 16 Oct 2014
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UGK ~ Underground Kingz: The Making Of The Album
TexasTrillShit #UGK4Life....
published: 25 May 2014
author: Texas Trill Shit
UGK ~ Underground Kingz: The Making Of The Album
UGK ~ Underground Kingz: The Making Of The Album
TexasTrillShit #UGK4Life.- published: 25 May 2014
- views: 408
- author: Texas Trill Shit
27:02
UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (UK) (full album)
Caddy Bay presents: UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (Dean Blunt & Inga Copeland) (full album) https:/...
published: 29 Mar 2014
author: smoovelawyer
UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (UK) (full album)
UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (UK) (full album)
Caddy Bay presents: UGK V. HYPE WILLIAMS (Dean Blunt & Inga Copeland) (full album) https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-hype-williams-full-album Follow on T...- published: 29 Mar 2014
- views: 454
- author: smoovelawyer
30:02
UGK vs Com Truise (full album)
Caddy Bay Presents: UGK mixed with Com Truise. This is the first part of a 2 part UGK clou...
published: 30 Aug 2013
author: smoovelawyer
UGK vs Com Truise (full album)
UGK vs Com Truise (full album)
Caddy Bay Presents: UGK mixed with Com Truise. This is the first part of a 2 part UGK cloud mix series. Download: https://soundcloud.com/caddybay/ugk-v-com-t...- published: 30 Aug 2013
- views: 3738
- author: smoovelawyer
56:19
Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK, Part 2
Trill Gladiator, journalist, and film-maker, Sama'an Ashrawi, released part 1 of the UGK t...
published: 02 Jul 2013
author: Sama\'an Ashrawi
Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK, Part 2
Sama'an Ashrawi's All-Star Tribute to UGK, Part 2
Trill Gladiator, journalist, and film-maker, Sama'an Ashrawi, released part 1 of the UGK tribute series in November of 2012. Halfway through 2013, he release...- published: 02 Jul 2013
- views: 4311
- author: Sama\'an Ashrawi
21:27
Cory Mo on Houston Rap, UGK, Talib Kweli, Solo album
The Sports Courier's Fred Richani interviews rapper/producer Cory Mo about his decorated m...
published: 28 Jan 2014
author: TSC News
Cory Mo on Houston Rap, UGK, Talib Kweli, Solo album
Cory Mo on Houston Rap, UGK, Talib Kweli, Solo album
The Sports Courier's Fred Richani interviews rapper/producer Cory Mo about his decorated music career, working with UGK, the Houston rap scene, Pimp C's legacy, his colleague Talib Kweli, his...- published: 28 Jan 2014
- views: 410
- author: TSC News
59:47
PIMP C PIMPALATION RETURN OF THE TRILL DVD
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published: 06 Mar 2013
author: iPartyHardcore
PIMP C PIMPALATION RETURN OF THE TRILL DVD
PIMP C PIMPALATION RETURN OF THE TRILL DVD
- published: 06 Mar 2013
- views: 162831
- author: iPartyHardcore
41:22
2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK
OZONE Magazine's first annual OZONE Awards, held in August 2006 in Orlando FL at the Bob C...
published: 23 Mar 2013
author: ozonemag
2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK
2006 OZONE Awards [FULL] w Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Ludacris, Pitbull, UGK
OZONE Magazine's first annual OZONE Awards, held in August 2006 in Orlando FL at the Bob Carr Auditorium. This is the edited version which aired on MTV Jams....- published: 23 Mar 2013
- views: 3668
- author: ozonemag
102:58
DJ Screw - Ridin' Dirty (Disk 1 & 2)
Chapter 182 - Ridin' Dirty 1996 (UGK Tape) Disk 1 : 1. Fuck My Car (Freestyle) - UGK/No On...
published: 06 Jan 2012
author: southsidehtx1
DJ Screw - Ridin' Dirty (Disk 1 & 2)
DJ Screw - Ridin' Dirty (Disk 1 & 2)
Chapter 182 - Ridin' Dirty 1996 (UGK Tape) Disk 1 : 1. Fuck My Car (Freestyle) - UGK/No One Else (Freestyle) - Bun B 2. Live And Die For Hip-Hop (Freestyle) ...- published: 06 Jan 2012
- views: 29127
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27:43
Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS
Thumbs Up Link: Cuz seeker missiles have been hogging all the fun lately: http://www.youtu...
published: 16 Apr 2013
author: Ketroc21
Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS
Masters TvP vs [UgK]HiGhBish - Starcraft 2 HotS
Thumbs Up Link: Cuz seeker missiles have been hogging all the fun lately: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR4kyv4vS_Q&hd;=1.- published: 16 Apr 2013
- views: 1805
- author: Ketroc21
21:03
GRAND SLAM TENNIS 2 - UGK KICKER V RODDICK- WIMBLEDON FINAL SEASON YEAR 4 HD PVR.
REALLY TOUGH GAME VERY ENJOYABLE THOUGH GREAT STUFF UGK KICKER AKa CHARGINGCAR,,,,,,,,,...
published: 15 Feb 2012
author: Formula Corsa Modding
GRAND SLAM TENNIS 2 - UGK KICKER V RODDICK- WIMBLEDON FINAL SEASON YEAR 4 HD PVR.
GRAND SLAM TENNIS 2 - UGK KICKER V RODDICK- WIMBLEDON FINAL SEASON YEAR 4 HD PVR.
REALLY TOUGH GAME VERY ENJOYABLE THOUGH GREAT STUFF UGK KICKER AKa CHARGINGCAR,,,,,,,,,- published: 15 Feb 2012
- views: 2701
- author: Formula Corsa Modding
73:55
Bun B - Trill (Full Album)
1. The Inauguration 00:00 2. Bun 01:51 3. Get Throwed ft. Pimp C, Z-Ro, Young Jeezy & Jay-...
published: 10 Nov 2013
author: Otto Von Helvete
Bun B - Trill (Full Album)
Bun B - Trill (Full Album)
1. The Inauguration 00:00 2. Bun 01:51 3. Get Throwed ft. Pimp C, Z-Ro, Young Jeezy & Jay-Z 05:57 4. Draped Up ft. Lil' Keke 09:50 5. I'm Fresh ft. Mannie Fr...- published: 10 Nov 2013
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57:55
UGK-Too Hard To Swallow
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published: 28 Feb 2013
author: josh sluder
UGK-Too Hard To Swallow
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All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
4 Декабря 2007 года скончался Pimp C из U.G.K. Смерть штука невеселая в любом возрасте. Но...
published: 03 Dec 2013
author: [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
All-Starr Tribute To U.G.K. [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
4 Декабря 2007 года скончался Pimp C из U.G.K. Смерть штука невеселая в любом возрасте. Но когда умирает человек, в общем-то, совсем не старый, несправедливо...- published: 03 Dec 2013
- views: 591
- author: [QUEENSxPAPALAM]
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Livestream - UGK Server
Sorry voor die harde lagg ik ga het fixen!...
published: 16 Dec 2012
author: UltraGamesKanaal
Livestream - UGK Server
Livestream - UGK Server
Sorry voor die harde lagg ik ga het fixen!- published: 16 Dec 2012
- author: UltraGamesKanaal
65:15
Homage To UGK
Onyx Truth Podcast 34
http://www.onyxtruth.com
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podca...
published: 22 Oct 2014
Homage To UGK
Homage To UGK
Onyx Truth Podcast 34 http://www.onyxtruth.com iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/onyx-truth-podcast/id847919860 Stitcher: http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/onyx-truth?refid=stpr- published: 22 Oct 2014
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23:21
World at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas Edition
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published: 12 Feb 2012
author: OceanMonkeys
World at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas Edition
World at War Custom Zombie Map UGK Mod Chirstmas Edition
- published: 12 Feb 2012
- views: 45
- author: OceanMonkeys
23:54
TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!
The winner of the UGK Money In The Bank Contest 2013 is..... WATCH AND FIND OUT!...
published: 14 Jul 2013
author: Thomas Murray
TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!
TMS #073 UGK Money In The Bank Results!!!
The winner of the UGK Money In The Bank Contest 2013 is..... WATCH AND FIND OUT!- published: 14 Jul 2013
- views: 69
- author: Thomas Murray
photo: White House / Pete Souza
01 Nov 2014
Article by WN.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. In the realm of politics it is called framing, or the ability to alter reality and a voter's perception.(1) The way images are presented, campaigns conducted, and how messages are worded, usually determines the way the public identifies with a political narrative and then casts their ballots ... Given the context of fear and hysteria over Ebola, he is in a position to do the same ... 215 ... 16.....(size: 5.4Kb)
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01 Nov 2014
8.11 AM ET. Bill Chappell. Twitter. i i. People call for the Nigerian government to rescue girls taken from a secondary school in Chibok region, during a protest earlier this month. Boko Haram, the group that took the girls, says they have been "married off." Olamikan Gbemiga/AP hide caption. itoggle caption Olamikan Gbemiga/AP ... Boko Haram, the group that took the girls, says they have been "married off." Olamikan Gbemiga/AP ... Comment ... Africa ... ....(size: 3.5Kb)
photo: UN / Aaron J. Buckley
31 Oct 2014
FREETOWN, Sierra Leone — Liberia is making some progress in containing the Ebola outbreak while the crisis in Sierra Leone is going to get worse, the top anti-Ebola officials in the two countries said. The news comes as nations are struggling with how to handle medical aid workers returning from Ebola-ravaged counties ... Their assessments underscore that Ebola remains a constant threat until the outbreak is wiped out ... Page.. ....(size: 3.1Kb)
photo: AP / Theo Renaut
30 Oct 2014
© AFP Issouf SanogoCars burn outside Burkina Faso's parliament in Ouagadougou on October 30, 2014. Ouagadougou (AFP) - Angry demonstrators in Burkina Faso went on the rampage on Thursday in protest at plans to allow President Blaise Compaore to extend his 27-year rule, setting parliament on fire and wreaking havoc across the capital ... GoogleMapsBurkina Faso ... facebook linkedin twitter google+ email. email. share share tweet share email ... OR ... ....(size: 10.2Kb)
photo: AP / Ringo H.W. Chiu
01 Nov 2014
Sir Richard Branson has vowed to continue his space tourism venture despite the fatal crash of one of his craft in the California desert. One pilot died and the other was badly injured when Virgin Galactic's SpaceShipTwo craft exploded on Friday. The founder of the Virgin Group said he was "shocked and saddened" but insisted he would "persevere" with space travel ... Dr David Whitehouse, space scientist ... Analysis ... ....(size: 5.2Kb)
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Huffington Post
24 Oct 2014
You may dispense with the pleasantries. Digg has culled all 2,005,645,868 deaths from the original "Star Wars" trilogy into one supercut, featuring a lot of lightsaber clobberings, Storm Trooper shootings and the complete destruction of at least one civilization. And it's all set to the soothing sounds of songs like UGK's "International Players Anthem," Unk's "Walk It Out" and Birdman's "Pop Bottles." The circle is now complete. ....(size: 0.4Kb)
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Houston Press
24 Oct 2014
Bobby Bare, "I Can Almost See Houston From Here". One of the great homesick songs, Bobby Bare infuses this one with downtrodden ennui as he pines for the warmness of his old hometown ... WILLIAM MICHAEL SMITH. Beyonce, "I Been On" ... True, we probably have done so no matter what, but after she shouted out Frenchy's chicken and Willie D and channeled a little UGK ("I didn't do ya girl but your sister was all right"), it was a moot point ... ....(size: 3.6Kb)
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Huffington Post
23 Oct 2014
It was on Oct. 23, 2001 that the original iPod first hit the shelves. The product not only revolutionized the music industry and the way we consume music, but also heralded in a new era of consumer electronics ... In honor of the iPod's 13th birthday, and the classic's silent discontinuation in September, here are 25 songs that we all had on our original iPods, whether we want to admit it or not. Creed - "With Arms Wide Open" ... Jackson" ... UGK ... ....(size: 2.2Kb)
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Entertainment Weekly
23 Oct 2014
But when that does happen, the results can be pretty magical ... Related ... Nasty Nas) ... Eminem) ... Dr ... “Int’l Players Anthem (I Choose You)” (UGK, feat ... Three Stacks steps to the legendary Houston duo’s biggest hit so casually that he’s halfway through his verse before you realize that it’s not just an intro—it’s pretty much just an Andre 3000 solo song, with UGK jumping on at the end to bat cleanup ... ....(size: 5.6Kb)
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Houston Press
22 Oct 2014
is a descendant of UGK's multifaceted approach to Southern living by mixing car culture, social commentary and his own prowess behind the wheel, then BeatKing is next in line to continue the Memphis sound erected by DJ Paul, Lord Infamous, Juicy J, Gangsta Boo and even Crunchy Black....(size: 1.9Kb)
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Vibe Magazine
03 Oct 2014
The three late September gigs featured a who’s who of Southern hip-hop royalty and beyond, including members of the influential Goodie Mob; veteran Memphis rhyme duo 8ball & MJG; UGK’s respected orator Bun B; new age Mississippi spitter Big KRIT; critically acclaimed visionary Janelle Monae; Run The Jewels’ mighty Killer Mike; ATL’s current street king Future; and left-field drifter Kid Cudi ... All is by My Side ... It is what it is ... ....(size: 2.6Kb)
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Houston Press
25 Sep 2014
This past Saturday, Slim Thug decided to break plenty of hearts among Houston rap fans ... They still paired off together perfectly; imposing figures on two fronts ... 5. Slim Thug & ESG ... 4 ... The opening three tracks -- the guitar groans and threats of "Umm Hmm," the punched-up "Still Throwed" and "Who's The Man" -- are arguably the best three opening moments on a Houston rap album since UGK's greatest work, 1996's Ridin' Dirty ... No more, no less....(size: 6.8Kb)
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Houston Press
19 Sep 2014
Wednesday, Lecrae Moore, the 34-year-old rapper who was born and raised in Houston but now resides in Atlanta, broke new ground ... It was a shade under Wiz Khalifa's Blacc Hollywood, which sold 90,000 in late August, and a historic victory for Houston, Anomaly is the first album from a Houston rapper or group to top the Billboard 200 since UGK's Underground Kingz in 2007 ... 2 in May 2008 ... Story continues on the next page. ....(size: 2.2Kb)
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Vibe Magazine
17 Sep 2014
Things were in a state of healthy flux in ’94 ... From Common to Gang Starr, Bone Thugs to UGK, Spice 1 to Biggie Smalls, these are the 50 best rap albums of 1994. —Max Weinstein. ‹ ›. ....(size: 1.3Kb)
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Vibe Magazine
15 Sep 2014
’94 Til Infinity. We’re stamping 1994 as the greatest year in rap, when hip-hop became whole. Argue us. Many rap heads consider 1988 to be hip-hop’s zenith ... But hip-hop at the time was marred by inequality of opportunity ... Twenty years ago, a hookier, more melodically inclined generation of rappers—including the Bay Area’s E-40 and Spice 1, Port Arthur’s UGK and Memphis’s Triple Six Mafia—had ascended upon the rapscape ... —M.T. Richards ... ....(size: 4.0Kb)
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CNN
08 Sep 2014
Tweet0 Share0 Comment0 Share0 Share0 Stumble It0 Print0. More. Photo. Rod Mar for Sports Illustrated. by Pete Thamel & Thayer Evans. Posted. Mon Sep. 8, 2014. PALO ALTO, Calif ... But a referendum on style -- speed vs ... SCHNELL ... 1 ... Bun B would know because as one half of the southern rap duo Underground Kingz (UGK), he and Pimp C (who died in 2007) popularized the term trill ... Hill was still seven years from being born when UGK was formed in 1987....(size: 41.6Kb)
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The Inquisitr
04 Sep 2014
The movie version of Hercules borrows from Steve Moore’s Radical Comics series while using the 12 labours from the original classics to provide Johnson with the opportunity to flex his muscles ... 3 ... “#TheAntiHero #ComplexPsychology #DevilishCharm #DCComics” ... Best response ... Generally when I ‘clang and bang’ Im all about hip hop – Tech9, Jay Z, Tupac, Bun B (UGK), Eminem, Kendrick Lamar etc ... ....(size: 2.0Kb)
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03 Sep 2014
Remember 1994? It's arguably the year hip-hop truly decided to grow up and embrace a mix of gangsta attitude and spread-out regionalism. That year, we got Scarface's The Diary, UGK's Super Tight, Nas's Illmatic and the Notorious B.I.G.'s Ready to Die...to start with ... MIXTAPE OF THE WEEK. George Young, Ventage ... This is fact ... "Creative" -- As a rapper, Young is lounges somewhere in the same area occupied by Big K.R.I.T.'s tribute to UGK ... ....(size: 5.4Kb)
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UGK (short for Underground Kingz) was an American hip hop duo from Port Arthur, Texas formed in 1987 by the late Chad "Pimp C" Butler. He then joined with Bernard "Bun B" Freeman, who became his longtime partner. They released their first major label album, Too Hard to Swallow, in 1992, followed by several other albums charting on the Billboard 200 and Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts, including the self-titled Underground Kingz album which debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 in August 2007. The group has been featured on hit singles by other artists, such as on "Big Pimpin'" by Jay-Z and "Sippin' on Some Syrup" by Three 6 Mafia. Pimp C founded UGK Records in late 2005.
On December 4, 2007, Pimp C was found dead in a West Hollywood, California hotel room.
In 1992, UGK was signed to Jive Records under a five-album contract, releasing their major-label debut album Too Hard to Swallow. While it featured several new recordings, it also featured several songs that had been culled from The Southern Way. However, several songs that had been intended to be included on the album were excised at the last minute, apparently due to their overly explicit content. Five of these songs would surface two months before the release of Too Hard to Swallow, on an EP distributed by Bigtyme Recordz; appropriately enough, the EP was titled Banned. A popular song from the album "Pocket Full of Stones" was also included on the Menace II Society soundtrack in 1993.
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Jay Wayne Jenkins (born October 12, 1977), better known by his stage name Young Jeezy, is an American rapper. He is a member of the hip hop group United Streets Dopeboyz of America (USDA) and a former member of BMF (Black Mafia Family). He began his career in 2001 under an independent label and joined Boyz 'N Da Hood in 2005, the same year his solo major label debut Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 was released. Its single "Soul Survivor", which featured Akon, became a top-ten hit in the US.
The Inspiration followed in 2006, and The Recession followed in 2008; both albums yielded chart-topping singles. Jeezy has also appeared on numerous other rap and R&B singles such as "Say I" by Christina Milian, "I'm So Paid" by Akon, "Hard" by Rihanna, and "Love in This Club" by Usher, the latter being a number one single on the US Billboard Hot 100 in 2008.
Jay Wayne Jenkins was born in Columbia, South Carolina and relocated to Atlanta, Georgia when he was a toddler. Because his parents were separated, custody of him transferred between family members frequently. In an interview with XXL magazine, he described his childhood as "empty". In 1994, he spent nine months in YCA (Youth Challenge Academy), a boot camp in Fort Stewart, Georgia, for narcotics possession.
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Joseph Wayne McVey (born January 19, 1977), better known by his stage name Z-Ro, is an American rapper, singer and producer from Houston, Texas. He was named one of America's most underrated rappers by the New York Times.
Z-Ro was born Joseph Wayne McVey in Houston’s notorious South Park neighborhood on January 19, 1977. At age six his mother died, and he was shuttled from household to household in search of stability, eventually settling in the Ridgemont area of Missouri City, Texas. When Z-Ro reached his late teens he was unemployed and resorted to drug dealing and hustling on the streets. According to Z-Ro, listening to the music of 2Pac, Geto Boys, Street Military, K-Rino and Klondike Kat inspired him to work harder for his goal of leaving the streets. Z-Ro discovered his talent of freestyle rapping and after going through a couple of recording studios to make a demo, the CEO of a local label discovered and signed him.
In 1998, Z-Ro released his debut album, Look What You Did to Me. Z-Ro is also a member of the original Screwed Up Click, an assortment of rappers from Houston. All of these things helped to escalate Z-Ro’s popularity throughout the South and by 2002 his talent and hard work caught the attention of Rap-a-Lot’s founder and CEO James Prince, who offered him a deal.
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- Diamonds And Wood - UGK
- Good Stuff - UGK
- Bumper And Grill - UGK
- Use Me Up - UGK
- Trill Niggas Don't Die - UGK
- Touched - UGK
- Top Drop Dyne - UGK
- Three Sixteens - UGK
- Still Ridin' Dirty - UGK
- Still On The Grind - UGK
- Short Texas - UGK
- Shattered Dreams - UGK
- Real Women - UGK
- Pop The Trunk - UGK
- Pinky Ring - UGK
- Like A Pimp - UGK
- I'm So Bad - UGK
- Pocket Full of Stones - UGK
- Hit The Block - UGK
- Cramping My Style - UGK
- Cocaine - UGK
- Gravy - UGK
- Bump And Grill - UGK
- AKickDoe! - UGK
- Woodwheel - UGK
- Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride - UGK
- Ain't That A Bitch (Ask Yourself) - UGK
- Too Real - UGK
- The Game Belongs To Me - UGK
- Something Good (Pimp C's Remix) - UGK
- Trill Ass Nigga - UGK
- Choppin' Blades - UGK
- Ridin' Dirty - UGK
- Pocket Full Of Stones _ - UGK
- Pa Nigga - UGK
- Murder - UGK
- Look at Me - UGK
- Front Back Side to Side - UGK
- Gold Grill - UGK
- Feds In Town - UGK
- Crampin My Style - UGK
- Dirty Money - UGK
- Don't Say Shit - UGK
- Let Me See It - UGK
- Like A Pimp (Feat. Dj Paul, Juicy J) - UGK
- Diamonds & Wood - UGK
- 3 In The Mornin' - UGK
- I Left It Wet For You - UGK
- Underground Kingz - UGK
- Intro - UGK
- Two Type Of Bitches - UGK
- The Corruptor's Execution - UGK
- She Luv It - UGK
- Return - UGK
- Playaz From The South - UGK
- Live Wires Connect - UGK
- Holdin' Na - UGK
- Hiside - UGK
- Heaven - UGK
- Grind Hard - UGK
- Feelin' You - UGK
- Chrome Plated Woman - UGK
- Candy - UGK
- 976 bun B - UGK
- How Long Can It Last - UGK
- Hard As Hell - UGK
- Family Affair - UGK
- Like That (remix) - UGK
- Bad As Hell - UGK
- Take Tha Hood Back - UGK
- Texas Ave Interlude - UGK
- Stop-N-Go - UGK
- Swishas And Dosha - UGK
- Wood Wheel - UGK
- Swishas & Erb - UGK
- Take It Off - UGK
- Money, Hoes & Power - UGK
- It's Supposed To Bubble - UGK
- That's Why I Carry (feat. N.O. Joe) - UGK
- Quit Hatin' The South - UGK
- Life Is 2009 - UGK
- Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion - Kool Ace - UGK
- 7th Street Interlude - UGK
- Hi Life - UGK
- Front, Back & Side To Side (explicit) - UGK
- Next Up - UGK
- Fuck My Car - UGK
- Living This Life - UGK
- Bitch You Know You Like That - UGK
- Tell Me How Ya Feel - UGK
- Da Game Been Good To Me - UGK
- Something Good - UGK
- One Day - UGK
- International Players Anthem - UGK
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...
[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
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...
[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
[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
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
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
[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"
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
Hold up
It's the motherfuckin' corruptor, since I came I was a hustler
It's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains
To make these motherfuckers peep my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow
And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's shitty, and Piggly Wiggly on the payroll
So they can't bust us and we shine like diamond clusters
'Cause we some made motherfuckers
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
I be workin' and twerkin' my portable digital
Triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter
Kind of like a see-saw, up and down
A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that
There soft white baby powder, equals a they call up the Valley
Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "Who's sack is dat?"
All the tiffles and po'po' I got it back, don't make me do ya
I know these streets, like the Grayson's know jujitsu
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
I'm havin' small change with gats and hundred sacks
I got to ball main with thangs, I let 'em hang
It ain't at all strange with game, remain the Savage
And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one
I come with guns smokin' leave you croakin' in Oakland
Without no words spoken put the Chevy in drive
And ride the block hopin' not to choke up in back
With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
Now, we get the cash the stash and bash
Your brains all over this dashboard
Give up the hash, and get you some gas
Who'll blast you main in man's sport
Now, brrr, stick 'em I kick 'em, Bobby you lick 'em
We stole 'em and brick 'em to death
K.S.'ll go left, finger flick 'em, bitches is breathin'
They last motherfuckin', breath
On the real how you feel about caps get peeled
I just baby, deal with the talk
You backin' the guns and all the law
So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin 'em quick in the back with the dick then
Make sure while they don't know throw a trick in
Keep yours eyes on Nich-en
'Cause we stickin' the Bic in, any sick then
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
Hold up
N she luv it
N she luv it
Hold up (luv it mayne)
I make her get down on the down
Open up a store
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor (luv it mayne)
Get down on the down
Open up a store
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor (luv it mayne)
Put my dick inside her mouth
Tried to fit my whole dick and nuts inside her mouth
I'm jumpin in an out your pussy tryna stretch out
When I hitchu from the back you say don't take it out out out
Any nigga that you live with ain't like me
Ain't from atlanta but I know these hoes like me
They pulling on my zipper wanna bite me
I got a bitch from okland like to get hyfie
In a bed with her head n a jig
Eat on my dick like it's a corn or a bar-b-que rib
Drop it to the floor let me fuck witcha
Get the camara out bitch I'm finna take my picture
Get down on the down
Open up a store
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor (luv it mayne)
Get down on the down
Open up a store
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor
N she luv it
Slide down slow she gettin down on the floor (luv it mayne)
Shes a big fine something ain't she
With that big ass bet she can grind something can't she
She shake it fast shake it slow
To and fro, back n forth, up and down
Apple bottom brown and it ain't fucking around
She got them rocket republics on fitting kinda tight
Real snug on her back side it's looking kinda right
[Pimp C]
It all started with a Pimp C, bitch
So what the fuck is up
Told em somethin good
Ease up my muthafuckin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthafucka there you go
I'ma bust em on yo ass if you don't ease up off me ho
Cause trill niggas don't carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with bulletholes
P.A. nigga, trill ass nigga,
How you figga you can buck me down nigga?
Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine
Instead of buying cars for a bitch named sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
before it come down to triggas
Shit, it's the return of the trill ass niggas
Bitch
It's the return of the trill ass niggas
It's the return of the trill ass niggas
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill ass niggas bitch
[Bun B]
Yea muthfuckas
I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool
A nigga named Bun, a nigga named Bun, no more sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter (Buck! Buck!)
Money tight glock, bustin them shots
when I break yo ass off somethin hot
Niggas steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, niggas start passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square
Put them hands on yo ass, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin chinese eyes
In this bitch here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha
[Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin' got damn fool
I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet
Now pass that sweet & get back
Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that shit at
Click clack that's that pistol
Bullets cuttin' wind make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it's yo dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down,
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn't cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family to handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on
I'm so fo' sure
That these G's goin' fo', fo' and blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know
[Hook x4: Master P]
Playas from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that candy on them gold D's
[Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I'm bout it (Bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other niggas
Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo' niggas in the game then a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's
Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin' (Ballin')
Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin' band I'd be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope (Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a fuck about a ho (Ho)
And niggas stuntin' on that water, water
You know we bout it, bout it
Don't give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin' tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop til them motherfuckin' Saints go marchin' in
[Hook x4]
[Silkk the Shocker]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin' mail (Mail)
Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don't fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come
I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea'
For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga
Uh, I think not
Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when U.G.K Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
Cause I'ma be the man to stand, I'm bound to make a mill
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard
But y'all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And bitch I'm out
[Hook x4]
[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four eightteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front
Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'
Niggas tryin' to get the cheese
But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud
Because ya like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
Cause I be comin' down, nigga my heart be true
I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw
Nigga what's up with you
I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin' though
I represent my shit cause nigga I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin'
That we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth
Just in case you bitches ain't heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I'm down with drinkin' Royal and the motherfuckin' Plush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what's up
[Hook x4]
[Pimp C talking]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know niggas be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you
Comin' down boy, fifth wheel
Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
[Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar]
The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)
or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train
It's still the same thang
[repeat]
[Bun B]
You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty
Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost
I'm gone in the wind
My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin
I guess I'm hell-bound destined
to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin
It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin
They don't call me Big Bun for nothin
No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die
Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly
That's how it is in my city, and your city
sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty
per capita, all around
From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town
[Chorus]
[Lord Jamar]
Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence
for a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind
of those livin outside of my stateline
Let em know we all the same kind
with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time
Organised gangs slangin dime
Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this
everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe
Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow
like grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the el
and let the smell resonate, never hesitate
when it comes to puttin food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM
Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness
I know you feel this
[Chorus]
[??????]
Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin
That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin
You can catch a square and get done unfair
because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there
Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for
Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel
But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing
and block out this stress my past criminal life might bring
The only way I use to nip it in the bud
was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts
I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make
It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes
Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-
Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-
killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin
Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
I'm tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me
It's all about my family, it's all about my candy
It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good
All about the rush, all about us, the first family
Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be
but funny situations, do bring change
and young fools do out here in this wicked game
That's how I'm gon' starve when fools eatin steak
Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make
Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth
but I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me
And I might have to do shady things
Stick up kid all out, no shame
Run your rings, ear ring in change
Don't make me give it to ya cos it ain't no thang
I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs
I gotta let em hang, I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain
Too many undercovers know my name
A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire
[Chorus]
[Keith Murray]
Who is this with malicious onslaughts?
Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
And we bustin on all you losers
Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers
Recognise or get paralysed with the drum
Where I'm from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun
And everybody standin around like it's funny
Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money
The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it
No more than four minutes and some seconds
And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it
and the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus
My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas
Let's see who's next to test this
Some herbs, ready to get their heads served
to the hard curb......
[Verse One: Pimp C]
Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R&B; bitches on they knees
I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
Nigga, you're a lame you ain't holding like Sweet James
They [? ] on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do... do
[Chorus: Bun B]
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, bitches we controllin' na
Man, I'm Holdin na [x4]
[Verse Two: Bun B]
Man, I break the scene, way before I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it
I made it to levels that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream
And my money went from green to poppin' chrome
Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (?) to bone
Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it 'cause we holdin' na
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: C-Note]
I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
Four TV's in my cars, I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin' cause it platinum we shippin'
From Clover Land to PA (Port Arson) It be on for life
And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life
Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
And if we [? ] at the light you might lose your ice
It's the C the N to the O-T-E
And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG
I put it down for Botany and that SUC
We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin' na
[Pimp C: talking]
Uh no love
Now check this out
Bitches be gettin offended when uh they hear the word bitch
Well maybe that's cause they bitches
Know what I'm talkin bout
[Pimp C]
Stankin bitches say I hiside
Cause I pass by
Don't smoke my fuckin weed wit em
Don't let em sit on my plush crush
Three times gold, I'm a pimp ass nigga
So like a ball is how I roll
And I don't be paradin with them bitches in the street
Ho is you payin me?
Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit me
Bitch I'm a pimp cause that's the way you bitches force me to be
You say you broke well bitch you need to stop fucking for free
So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time
Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind
Thinkin you got game
Well bitch game is my middle name
Suckin on thangs, fuckin for fame
But bitch you plain Jane
Straight up and down
I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown
When she know that I know that she done fucked the whole town
And that I know that she a freak
Bitches say we hiside cause we pass and don't speak
Don't speak, don't speak
Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak
I know they wanna freak [x3]
Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by
[Bun B]
Sometimes there be a lot of shit I wanna do
But won't do, if I gotta do shit in front of you
Oh bitch don't act like you ain't nosy
I know exactly how you hoes be
Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me
But what I need a broke bitch for?
And how the fuck I look walkin around scratchin yo witch ho?
No keep them crabs keep that cock in that case
Cause bitch a pussy ain't nothin but my hand wit a face
And any bitch can take another bitch place
Now ain't that a foul taste
And it wasn't a fuck it was a waste of my mutherfuckin time
I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime
These bitches now a days out of they rabbit ass mind
Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine
I told em I heard it through the grapevine
You ain't nothin but a freak
So now bitches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
See bitches in P.A.
Get mad when they see a young nigga
full of that chronic havin it his way
But them hoes got us fucked up
The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his dick on swoll
Trickin all my people bank roll
I peep that shit, I read my Bible at home
Cause I ain't payin for that nigga's wrong
It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B
wit 4 million two drop top gold royces
Now we smokin somethin
Them bitches tried to set us up, but we
Butt-fuck the D.A, fuck the judge, and fuck the P.A.P.D.
I already gotta deal with the rednecks
And ho ass niggas in this rap game comin with that complex
But bitch this ain't no fuckin contest
And if it was we won
I'm a trill nigga live my life by the gun
I love smokin swisher sweets
Uh, now fuck them bitches that say we hiside
cause we pass by and don't speak
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if it's a heaven for all the drug dealers
For all the hot boys, strippers and the thug niggaz
My wife you can say a nigga drank too
She ain't bad, she what you doin' what the paper do
I wonder if they got a spot for all the Tupacs
Dawgs in pens and the boys with the weed spots
I keep a pistol on me 'cause these niggaz got 'em too
Run up on me nigga I'm gon' do what I gotta do
If lovin' Screw is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Sippin' art and smokin' Lite Brite
The preacher talkin' 'bout us in the pulpit
Behind closed doors he be on some day shit
I'm out here in the streets this ain't no place to play bitch
Show some weakness come up better catch a case bitch
I wanna change but this the wrong time
I wanna stop but these niggaz is harder now
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
Late at night, when I'm layin' off in the bed
Countin' bread, some crazy shit be goin' through my head
I be wonderin' 'bout this life that I live
Aiyyo God got some better shit He can give
I wonder if it's a better place for the innocent kids
In the ghetto they gotta suffer for shit that they ain't did
By no fault of they own, goin' through struggles and strife
Havin' to deal with a fucked up life
I know they thinkin' nobody knows or nobody cares
Why can't nobody see the shit, when everybody stares
Man we losin' the children, we losin' the youth
'Cause you motherfuckers won't tell 'em the truth
So they runnin' 'round unprepared and uninformed
It's understood that's why the hood is dumpin' on 'em
We gotta show 'em it's a better way at any cost
'Cause they the future if we don't save 'em then we already lost mayne
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen
Got me wonderin' if it's a heaven for them D-Boys
'Cause if it is then I better get on my knees boy
I got cheese boy, I'm sellin' niggaz sneeze boy
I'm playin' in the candy torture rim with TV like my Roy
I'm wonderin' if it's a heaven for MCs
Like the Freaky Tah's, the Big L's and B.I.G.'s
I wonder if they got a heaven for the Convicts
Niggaz doin' life, I saw old men in that bitch
I wish today that the Lord take me away
I'd get to see my old man and I wonder what he would say
I feel that, I miss Munroe too
If I could brin' him back I'd give up all this shit fool
But on the cool you know what else I hope is true
They got a heaven for me and got a heaven for you too
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
[Young T.O.E.:]
T.O.E. - hol' up!
Say my name in my city when you talk about cash
I'm stackin chips, grindin hard, nigga showin my ass
Nigga the game on smash (smash) streets on lock (lock)
Other niggaz block roll but my block never stop (stop)
Don't you know I'm pushin rocks, stashin cash in your socks
Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top
My hoes yeah they hot so I'm steppin out clean
Got a MEAN grind game, Underground like the Kingz
Blowin purp' and sippin lean, but still buzzin off water
Don't fuck with me, I'm T.O.E., ain't nobody shit harder
I'm droppin numbers in the pot, the same age as my father
And when they hit that, the kick back, freeze up like water
P.A. 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class, cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga, but the snake hittin licks
Keep a brick full of shit that get filthy right quick bitch!
[Pimp C:] Grind hard [x8]
[Pimp C:]
UGHHHHHH~!
Me and Young TOE in a drop top 'llac
It's cold outside, so the top and hood back
Hit the town again when the skunk come through
The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue
Bet'chu never seen blue 'dro befo'
It come from Hawaii, bitch niggaz don't wanna try me
I'm the MVP of that P.A.T.
You say he lookin for me, I don't see nobody chasin me
Roll my own shit, I don't need no niggaz lacin me
Guerillas in my trunk, ain't no nigga outbass'n me
Cocaine lady, I don't fuck her no mo' (no mo')
The bitch pussy good but she a sheisty-ass hoe
She fuckin up my hood, she won't let my people go (go)
They comin up fast, but all the fiends die slow (slow)
I ain't Jesse Jackson, I'm just watchin the reaction bro
I keep pushin cause grindin hard the only life I know
[Pimp C:] Grind hard [x8]
[DJ B-Do:]
If ain't 'bout bread, then it's dead
I count money all day 'til my fingers turn red (red)
Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a buncha ropes
Custom trill niggaz from Port Arthur sell a buncha dope
Game got good, so a nigga eatin steaks
Pimpin on drank, blowin purp', chillin on a lake
Get it straight mayne, I'm sittin on old cash
Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash
If you lie doe, I got somethin for them jackers
A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers
Boys talkin down I put it all in they face
Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states
So when you see them Texas plates, you know it's goin down
B-do in a city near you, straight out that 409
And I'm a hold it down, I bar none and fade all
Twenty-five, hoe three-sixty-six, no days off
[Outro: chopped up]
[Chorus: Pimp C singing]
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)
I got the feelin that I
Got the feelin for you
[Bun B:]
Well hold up, look how baby just rolled up
Coogi jeans on with the back sides twole{? } up
She make playa straight slow up
Say man this girl is a dime from head to toe and from the flo' up
She make a drink, kid not even wanna po' up
Take his all money to the mall and buy the sto' up
Never a flaw when she show up
These other broads hatin on her, if they sick they need to throw up
She got class and panache with precision
Picture perfect in my vision and I done made a decision
That I'm tired of wishin, get down with the Bun and Pimp and
You could roll with the playas on the million dollar mission, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Pimp C:]
Uhh, hey mama, I'm a tell you what the deal is
I like your style, I like how you handle your business
You ain't out here trippin chasin boys in showbiz
You're confident, you out here puttin it down for yo' kids
I don't care 'bout no nigga, he don't concern me
He ain't teachin you nothin, you need to learn me
Check out my mind, I'm 24 on the grind
I got the key to the streets, I got a open line
And I don't get caught up in "he say, she say"
And I don't chase the cat, I keep the P play
I wouldn't holla if I ain't thought you was ready boo
I know you feelin me, cause girl I'm feelin you
[Chorus]
[singing: Pimp C]
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Ooh baby (oh baby)
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now
[Bun B:]
Yeah she a bad mamma-jamma, a brick, house
Still I fits, out, cause she thick, stout
With the feminine fat, in all the right places
She look me in my eyes and she make all the right faces
Cause she's a real catch, we make a tough pair
A true dynamic duo and we up there
We sittin tall at the top
And if she ride or die for me playa I'm a give her all that I got
I break her off and not, let her hold the keys
I don't take her out of town, man I take her overseas
It ain't trickin if you spend it on your lady
Bring the bacon home to baby and everything'll be gravy
Just let me know if that's soundin like a plan
Cause all you really need to change your life is the man
And you appealin to the King of the Trill and
I just wanna know if you're feelin me like I'm feelin, you
[Chorus]
[singing: Pimp C]
Ooh baby (ooh baby)
Ooh baby (oh baby)
Chamillion gave me the bitch, she was already a star
Now all these niggaz wanna fuck my car
She a video hoe, the bitch make big money
Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny
You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine
Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens
Now watch her fat ass drop
Fifth po'in' out and the trunk gets popped
These niggaz schemin' on my young hoe
Niggaz so gung-hoe bitch can't let me go
I bring the bitch value up ten times
It's goin' higher every time I write another line
I get my paper in the streets
Big cocaine, grip grain and pimp the lane
I really miss Robert Davis
I'm reppin' for ya baby leave these niggaz on the pavement
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
Well let me introduce ya to the baddest bitch alive
Can't nothin' fuck wit her when I put her in drive
Other hoes got fo' shoes, but mine got five
And got the hood buzzin' like a beehive
She's immaculately dressed, with good hygiene
Take a bath everyday, 'cause she gots to stay clean
I wipe her down slow with a real soft rag
Now she lookin' so good a nigga gots to brag
When we pull up my nigga we stop to show
You probably kill yourself when you see the suicide do'
In the summer time she might come outside without a top
And one look'll make a nigga mouth drop
We don't stop, we keep it rollin' like a ball
With a bitch this bad, how could a nigga take a fall?
Naw she ain't for y'all, you gots to get your own
Just make sho' that she's covered in chrome, c'mon
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
On the highway livin' the fly way
Bitch on my hood, guidin' my way
Money on the nightstand, never did lay
True to the game, I put that on P.A.
P.A. still gettin' sucked under the street lights
And nigga it sho' feel good when you're livin' right
Eatin' right, fuckin' right
Steady pimpin' bitches through my website
So get your head right and get your bread right
'Cause baby girl'll hit you in your chest dead right
Have it on your mind 'cause she'll put it in your heart
The game'll be over 'fore the motor even start
With the brand new parts got them boys eruptin'
But don't call it plastic surgery, it's body sculptin'
Take a old school give it new car sense
And then I don't regret one motherfuckin' dollar I spent, mayne
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side royal blue is settin' off the white
On my candy, sho' ain't the average paint
You go to Ike tryin' to buy it he gon' tell ya, ya can't
Have my candy, it's like a one of a kind
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine
'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry
For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
Stoppin' traffic on the freeway when I fly past
In my candy, got no competition on the street
You can win a Dub car show and still can't compete
With my candy, 'cause it's the sweetest on the block
And I'm trill, workin' the wheel, that's why they all jockin' my candy
Candy, painted
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Drop top, El Do', ride
(Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight)
Now my candy, is sittin' tall on them Vogues
It's like an alarm clock, wakin' up all the hoes
My candy, is wetter than high tide
And it's lookin' like I just had a blizzard inside
Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest
One look'll get you hooked like a motherfuckin' chorus
My candy, drips an unerasable stain
It's real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine
My candy, it got the woman on the front
And a PhD in showin' niggaz how to stunt
My candy, it got the fifth up on the back
And it'll swang through your hood like it don't know how to act
My candy, the 8th wonder of the world
Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls
My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggaz on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In my candy I'm gon' shine
Now my candy is so smooth, so laid
And these boys can't comprehend how the paint got sprayed
My candy, makin' people stop drop and stare
Pull out any car you want to but it won't compare
To my candy, it's like a four wheel mirage
That's too pretty to park in a motherfuckin' garage
My candy, it's like a part of the fam'
So lose my friends or my ends, I wouldn't give a damn
But my candy is an extension of me
So when you lookin' at my car you lookin at Bun B
It's my candy, player, throwed, fly
And you can't fuck with it no matter how hard you try
My candy, the other level of the game
If you ask me again, bitch I'ma tell you the same
It's my candy, yeah nigga mines not your
Long as I got syrup to sip and Swishers to burn in my candy
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight
[phone being dialed] [rings]
[Bun B]
Yeah, 976-Bun B
That new shit for ninety-two
All you niggaz peep this one
Check it out
Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a gat
Cause the dick's hangin low, and it's still fat
But ain't shit whack so you better pull a quick guard
This shit is live enough to make your MOMMA'S dick hard
(C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
for live shit comin from Bun B's lips
And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut
gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications
Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you
Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place
[?] [?], then bust in your face
Yeah niggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile
Your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial
Now you're swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up
You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up
She might be shit to you, cause dude give her pay G
But pussy get played out, and pussy comes daily
As long as your game be strong ain't no thang
My phone always rang cause of the dope shit I sang
Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain't no lettin go
The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so
I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in
The hoe starts lickin that dick and pretty soon
I'm stickin that ass, like a fool in the bed
All I can see, is the top and back of your head
It ain't about conversation or make that hit
On a first name basis hoe that ain't bout shit!
Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
I hit the room from the front, the ass from the back
And yo it ain't about the phone call, this about the nut'n
So let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton
See, quiet storm done put a notch on your belt
And when it's over, I don't wanna hear how it felt
I'm just pullin off my rubber, takin a bath
Gettin dressed to reminisce of how I cut ya in half
It's all in the day of an Underground fool
So dial the digits and I'm divin in that ass like a pool
But when I get wet BITCH, I won't be drownin
I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin
Or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this
Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless
You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball
And if I keep on fuckin, you'll keep on callin
And I'll be playin you, when you think you'll be playin me
It's just pussy games with some help from AT&T;
So if you need a dick to be real friendly
Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bitch!
[Intro: Pimp C - as Charlie Wilson harmonizes]
Dear Lord,
I know You don't condone the things I be doin out here in these streets
(Help me, Lord) And I hope that, I pray that You can overlook
(Help me, Lord) the wrong that I had done in my life...
I don't know no other way to survive out here
(Wrap your arms around me, Lord)
I got a whole bunch of people dependin on me...
Just walk with me...
Walk with me...
Busslin and gamblin, hit licks scramblin
Bricks I'm out here handlin, I'm pimpin and I'm payin the rent
Didn't choose this dirty game, this dirty game it chose me
Every city love cocaine, they'll get it from him if they don't get it from me
So I get cross-country with that thang, makin that crisp, lettin 'em hang
Bangin that 'Pac, if I die tonight, least mama know I didn't die in vain
Cause I put up sum from every sale, so all my chil'ren can live well
Might go to heaven, might go to hell, but just put me in wood grain lane Deville
I wonder sometime how life would be, if it was no such thing as D
But then I put that Sweet down, cause that bullshit don't apply to me
Cause out here on the real streets, a dreamer always stay sleep
Cause out here the strong survive, and now they didn't die from thankin weak
Gotta play for keeps, gotta play it HARD, still tryna get right with GOD
Still read my Bible lone, cause Reverend do wrong, still livin fraud
Tonight if I get down on my knees and ask the Lord to forgive me, please
You thank He gon' hear me? Cause tomorrow I'm still gon be slangin keyyyyys...
(Ohhhh Lorrrrd...)
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Lord, I'm just a G (Lord, I'm just a G)
Out here livin fast (livin fast)
How long can it last? (I don't know, I don't know)
I juuuust can't give it up (But I'm prayin to Your love right now)
I'm riskin all out in the streets (I'll give it all up for Your love right now)
Out here livin fast (livin too fast)
How long can it last? (How long, how long, how long, will it last, baby?)
[Bun B:]
See I was born in the ghetto manye I was raised in the hood
And unless you lived it yourself, it just can't be understood
People think hustlin is cool (cool), all hustlin is live
They don't understand hustlers only hustlin to survive
They wished they lived in the 'burbs ('burbs), wished they didn't have to hang (hang)
Out on corners in low-income house in projects and slang
They wish their daddy was home (home), mama wasn't on drugs (drugs)
And they didn't have to grow up to be dealers and thugs (thugs)
Po' children got aspirations and dreams just like the wealthy (wealthy)
But it's hard when that environment you live in ain't healthy (healthy)
You ain't givin no hope (hope), nobody showin you pride (pride)
And you live with all this anger and frustration inside (side)
Dog, don't let nobody tell you what you can or you cain't do
Just cause they funky ass couldn't do it - (Why?) They ain't you
You can be who you wanna be (uh), live life how you feel
Just put your faith in the Lord (yep), now that's keepin it Trill, fo' real!
(Ohhhh Lorrrrd...)
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Lord, I'm just a G (Just a G)
Out here livin fast (Out here livin fast)
How long can it last? (How long can it last? How long can it LA-AST?)
I juuuust can't give it up
I'm riskin all out in the streets (I risk it all)
Out here livin fast (livin too fast, livin too fast)
How long can it last? (How long can it last, how long can it last right now?)
[Pimp C:]
UHHHHH! I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that's been slangin cheese
For all them boys on them swangers and the fifth wheel
I'm out here riskin my life, niggaz shife but I stay Trill
I pray so much, I wonder if the Lord love me
I think He do, but I'm so caught up in my thug deep
The feds bug me, followin me around for three
Niggaz couldn't catch me so they hit me with conspiracy
(Uh) You know that that's the other level of the GAME
Ain't got shit on me but some niggaz said my NAAAAAME...
So here they COOOME, they thang TIIIIIIGHT
They playin shife, no Bun givin me life
(Uhh!) I ain't goin back, I'm a make 'em kill me
(Uhh!) I'm a bust back, fuck the pen, you FEEL ME?
Wish I can hug my momma and kiss my baby girl
I know it's a better place than livin in this dirty WOOOORLD
(Lorrrrd...)
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Lord, I'm just a G (Lord I'm just a G)
Out here livin fast (Out here livin fast)
How long can it last? (How long can it last? How long can it last?)
I juuuust can't give it up (HOW LONG can it last?)
I'm riskin all out in the streets (PLEASE FORGIVE ME, LORD)
Out here livin fast (I don't mean to disrespect You right now)
How long can it last? (I'm out here in the streets, tryna make a mil for a better deal)
[Singing interlude: repeat]
Some people win (win), some people lose (lose)
Some al-ways cryin the blues...
Yeah...
Some people win (win), some people lose (lose)
Some al-ways bein misused...
[Chorus: repeats many times during the remainder of the song]
[Charlie Wilson overlaps]
Yeeaaaaaaaahhhh-yeaaha...
What am I supposed to do, Lord?...
I'm tryin my best out here
But it's getting kinda HARD for me, Lord
What am I supposed to do?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
Can you WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND ME, LORD?
I NEED You, right now
NEED ya, I NEED ya, I NEED Ya
I NEED YA, cause I'm goin and livin too fast
YEAH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH...
Oooooohhhhhhhhh, yeah... Lord have mercy
Charlie Wilson, Pimp C, Bun, I need You
Can You help us, Lord?
Can You help us right
Right now, right now, right now, right noooowwwwwwwwww, yeah... woo!
[Outro: Charlie Wilson]
Out here livin too fast, how long can it last? I can't get up, Lord can You help me?
LORD, can You help me?
Can You help me? Can You HELP me
Right noooooowwwww, yeah
Mmmmmmmm... mmmmmm...
Ooh ay ay
Ooh ay ay
Ooh ay ay
Its akon and ugkayyy
And ugkayyy
And ugkayyy
Its akon
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
Show me whatcha workin with
Ever got knocked off on a bumper kit
I keep a gold magnum rubber with some k-y
Tryna see where im cummin from get it in your eye (in your eye)
I like when ya get downnn like a girl suppose
Rolled up on tha dough and get that shit up out your nose
Is that where all your money goes
I spend mine on benz and rolls
Royces choices get on the pole
Slide down move around and bring the money back home
He aint pimp hes a clone
Girl wanna eat my dick when they smell my cologne
Im so throwed in the game like pat
The girl cat ball but the motha fucka fat
Girl whatcha gonna do with all that
Pimp c you need some cheese i'll hit you from the back
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
She was 36 24 40
Centerfold stallion uh life of the party
All eyes on her and that goes for me too
Five inch heels and a dress that's see through
As soon as i saw her i knew that it was time
As soon as she saw me she knew that she was mine
If this is a dream then i don't wanna wake
And if this is as good as it seems commone you gotta shake
The body's not real it look like crunk drew her
If she don't step to me im finna run to her
And off top man my mouth just drop man
For a minute it felt like the world just stopped man
Then started again and now im startin to feel like i could really give baby girl the heart of the trill
Cuz once you got the heart, you got the dough
But right now we gots to go cuz baby girl gots ta know
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
They boys, we men
They on bended knee
Make it disappear you want the Texas T
Girls in France like Texas d
They say ooo la la a oui oui
Well, merci beaucoup, baby girl you know you
Got the hot butter my knife gotta go through
Sometimes it cut slow sometimes it cut quick
It don't matter cuz its still good dick come on
Shorty got me swollen now
She could see what a nigga ownin now
Grippin the tire she ready to bone me now
Diggin up in that belly got her moanin now
And round and round i go
When i come up and down she go
When she cum everybody know
When we cum moneys on the floor baby
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
One child grows up to be
Somebody that just loves to learn yeah
Another child grows up to be
Somebody we just love to burn
Mom loves the both of them
You see it's in the blood, you see it's in the blood
Both kids are good to Mom
Blood's thicker than the mud, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
I'm that newlywed just a year ago
But they're still checking each other out
And nobody wants to blow
Nobody wants to be left out
You can't leave 'cause your heart is there
Sure you can't stay 'cause you been somewhere else
You can't cry 'cause you'll look broke down
But you're cryin' anyway 'cause you're all broke down
It's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
Check 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
You like that
Uh, bitch gon' get down on the flo'
You ain't gettin' paper what you twerkin' it fo'?
All I see is a bunch of ones
Need to leave with a pimp, time to have some fun
All these niggaz is really lame
Just talkin' to a nig 'cause you like the game
Later on you gon' bite that
Bitch you know you like that
Choose a pimp, I'm the shit
Check the record, I'm legit
That nigga you with he counterfeit
He crawlin', I'm ballin' bitch
Don't get offended
When I call you by that pet name
Gon' be up in it
When I stand up in that wet thang
Piece and chain, full of diamonds
Gettin' paper the American way
Sable coat with silk lining
Upgrade, throw the mink away
I'm like Beyonce to the left
Any bitch can be replaced
But I stand to the right, shinin' bright
Ready to put dick in your face
You don't want me to talk like that
You ever got fucked in a Maybach?
You ever got buck in the back of the 'llac?
Roof gone, top back
I'm the real this ain't no actin'
Monkey niggaz playin' dumb
Nigga knife, he ain't layin' no pipe
I lay up in you bitch you gon' cum
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Well this Big Dick Cheney, I come to snow
We go Mighty Joe Young upside a hoe head
And fuck how she feel like she bought the whole grid
I ain't payin' attention to what the hoe said
That hoe can go 'head, if she ain't feelin' it
She ain't goin' nowhere, she love how I'm drillin' it
Throw it up on her she throw it right, back
Bitch you know you like, that
In your mouth but don't bite, that
I'm a dog that's gon' bite, back
Do it doggy style I'm gon' hit that
For an hour or two, is you with, that?
Toot it up and I'ma tap that
Fully pack that, then I'ma smack that
Bring it back back, yeah right back
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch I see you lookin' at my chain
Can't take your eyes off the panky rang
Bitch I'm standin' on the top
Like we in the 10th, young bitch I'ma pimp
And you like everythin' I stand fo'
Bitch don't use no hands, hoe
All jaws, pull it back
Bitch you know you like that
Let me do what I wanna do let me do what I feel
C'mon ride sidesaddle with the king of the trill
All this damn conversatin' ain't worth the breath
Just lean to the right while I work the left
Vice verse and reverse then it's up to Daisy
Damn this pussy drive me fuckin' crazy
I'm fiendin' to eat it baby like crack
'Cause bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Ooh ay ay
Ooh ay ay
Ooh ay ay
Its akon and ugkayyy
And ugkayyy
And ugkayyy
Its akon
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
Show me whatcha workin with
Ever got knocked off on a bumper kit
I keep a gold magnum rubber with some k-y
Tryna see where im cummin from get it in your eye (in your eye)
I like when ya get downnn like a girl suppose
Rolled up on tha dough and get that shit up out your nose
Is that where all your money goes
I spend mine on benz and rolls
Royces choices get on the pole
Slide down move around and bring the money back home
He aint pimp hes a clone
Girl wanna eat my dick when they smell my cologne
Im so throwed in the game like pat
The girl cat ball but the motha fucka fat
Girl whatcha gonna do with all that
Pimp c you need some cheese i'll hit you from the back
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
She was 36 24 40
Centerfold stallion uh life of the party
All eyes on her and that goes for me too
Five inch heels and a dress that's see through
As soon as i saw her i knew that it was time
As soon as she saw me she knew that she was mine
If this is a dream then i don't wanna wake
And if this is as good as it seems commone you gotta shake
The body's not real it look like crunk drew her
If she don't step to me im finna run to her
And off top man my mouth just drop man
For a minute it felt like the world just stopped man
Then started again and now im startin to feel like i could really give baby girl the heart of the trill
Cuz once you got the heart, you got the dough
But right now we gots to go cuz baby girl gots ta know
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
They boys, we men
They on bended knee
Make it disappear you want the Texas T
Girls in France like Texas d
They say ooo la la a oui oui
Well, merci beaucoup, baby girl you know you
Got the hot butter my knife gotta go through
Sometimes it cut slow sometimes it cut quick
It don't matter cuz its still good dick come on
Shorty got me swollen now
She could see what a nigga ownin now
Grippin the tire she ready to bone me now
Diggin up in that belly got her moanin now
And round and round i go
When i come up and down she go
When she cum everybody know
When we cum moneys on the floor baby
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
I cant control it cant you tell baby
That girl she got me the way she movin in place
Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face
She got me hard as hell
Got me pokin like a nail
She got me hard as hell
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class, nigga
Right over the blackboard
And teach you hoe-ass niggaz the rules, nigga
'Cause ain't nobody showin? you niggaz
How to get money the right way
If you gon' get money, bitch
'Cause you gon' fuck everybody money up on the real
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your mind
A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, need to press rewind
There's some niggaz playin' dirty pool, bad Cali bandits
They crossin' up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't stand it
Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin' the wrong niggaz out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole shit on the cool
Matter? fact, fuck the cool, you niggaz need to hear me
Breakin' bread with certified snitches, don't come near me
You niggaz givin' these canaries all these passes
Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they asses
I'm teachin' classes, Dope Slangin? 101
These hoe-ass niggaz don't want none of Bun
I'm takin' the hood back
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back
I'm a G, hell yeah, I don't bull
Got yo? bitch lookin' mad while them Fingaz so full
I drank hard while you niggaz drank Bull
But the boy like Diddy fed, Bam got pulled
And I was taught to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down, brother burna zone, nigga
Hell yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side and leave yo' house flat
Yeah, I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go major
Fuck a cell phones, goin' pagers
It's young low Frazier, shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't throw no grazer
Some killa talk, nigga and real talk nigga
Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off, nigga
And I put that on Pat, Screw and Steve
Young low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe
We takin' the hood back
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back
A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo? ass right
You smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo? ass life
From out here in these trenches
Ain't no fuckn' love or second chance
Small-time offender, lose yo? ass, you get enhanced
Speak not, keep yo' mouth shut, investigate the whole place
Make 'em think it's cool, follow that nigga round the whole day
The game ain't the same at all, changed for the worst
Nigga got the less time? cause he came wit it first
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki? s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggaz
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom niggaz
I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of shit
I show you how to stop that bitch
Get ig'nant wit this choppa bitch
Tomorrow ain't promised, snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back
I'm takin? back the streets, thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy coated rock baller, twenty-chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't? bout to call her
There's a lotta niggaz rappin?, playin' games
I don't see none of the shit that you name
Where the car at? Where the bread at?
Where the girl you say that got that 'Five head' at?
Where the rocks at? Where the Glocks at?
In yo' mind and on the mic, the only place it's at
That's my lifestyle you rappin' 'bout
I'm havin' everythin? you pussy niggaz yappin' 'bout
When you see some cocaine
You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten thangs
He gotta call his connect and shit
And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood back
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Bun B:
PA is the town, where it's goin' down, West side to the East it's off the chain
I'm bangin' my surround, swangin' on these clowns, candy paint is drippin' leavin' stains
You see the diamonds grippin' on the grain, chrom-ed lady sittin' on the grill
Leanin' down the fifth, smokin' on the fiff, drop the top and let em' see the trill
UGK 4 Life, you better ask your wife, she'll tell you Bun and Pimp the real
Like Mack the Knife so if you actin' shife then Imma give you somethin' you can feel
Don't make me have to go and pull the steel
I cock it back and then I let it go
And put one in your dome, cuz I be puttin' on for my city
(feat. Jazze Pha)
(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show
(Bun B:)
Please rise for the president of the south and all hale to the cheif with them diamond teeth in his mouth
Make way! Big Dick Chaney is bout to enter
king committees in session but first on the agenda
Bend the corner on them fours lac turnin on them vouges
1 time for the haters, 2 times for the hoes
I suppose its only right for me to grip up on the cherry, oak wood wheel while im drippin cranberry
and very few have acomplished what we have acheived without a rabbit out of a hat or a trick up his sleeve
I got a steady hand and a steady flow so, on your mark get set, ready go, you already know...
(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show
(Pimp C:)
Swishers and dank and pourin up big drank
100 thousand dollars in my grown set link
I got 2 on thats 200, you gone go crazy nigga tryna count my money
I came from the bottom they hate me like im asadam
198 in a spur house in nevada (vada vada)
Vegas nigga got my paper pimpin thru cerwin vegas nigga
Let me show you how we keep the parkin lot on fire,
full kit on my shit 26 inch tiiiiiiiiiiiiires!
Yokohamas an the wheel still wood,
keep a bad yellow bitch cuz my dick feel good
when you see us in the hood nigga...
(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show
(Jazze Pha:)
Dope Man! Ya and the dro in the drought
pull up at the spot with the brains blowed out
Wheels cost a whip, whip cost a house
UGK and Jazze Pha show up and show out
She wanna chill with the crew
kick it in the crib on the hill with the view
You know you wanna holla what it is? what it do?
She love me for my old school drops an my cool
cuz my shit be the truth whoa!
The wheels never pause counterclock wise when i skirrrrrr
on'em all.
and when she fall thru an see the plaques on the wall
she'll prolly call a couple friends!
shit call'em all, down come the draws
(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
Know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like we always do about this time, bitch
I got candy in my cup, candy in my car
Candy on my wrist, candy on my car
Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin'
Man I feel so awkward when I ain't got no barre to spliff
I keep a whole sip, a whole clip
In case these pussy niggaz wanna trip
Fly high boy, high fly boy
'Fore I fly high, lookin' at them jackers in their eye
I remember when a rapper was a go getta
Now all these rappers is some hoe niggaz
Hide behind the guards at the show nigga
Don't want no pussy, homosexual, on the low nigga
That's y'all, I'm from the old school
Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short Dog, the real Short Dog
Who see me drapin' drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha
Fuck niggaz bumpin' gums, real niggaz be bumpin' screw
So don't get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you
I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin' but ready rockers
That's down for pistol play, on boy's that's steady knockers
Got boppers that's steady jockin', goofy niggaz in my ear
Bitch, I'ma self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here
Weak niggaz wanna plead their case, just to raise up out my face
I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the taste
You MySpacin' and Facebookin'
Playin' games with them toys
I'm in the streets where gangstas meet
While you're on line with them boys
So step your game up, build your name up
Quit your talkin' and quit your doin'
All that plannin' and contemplatin'
When the fuck you gon' start pursuin'?
Cars ain't drivin' themselves, mansions ain't buildin' themselves
They waitin' for Annie Mae and they need to stop feelin' themselves
They wealth ain't comin' until they earn it
But that somethin' they won't know 'til they learn it, while burnin'
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha
I'ma tell you pussy niggaz once again
Ain't had no friends since I left the pen
It's some niggaz I respect in the rap game
But it's some niggaz that I better not hear sayin' my fuckin' name
You say I love a stripper, pullin' down my zipper
That hoe was payin' me, bitch don't try to play with me
You runnin' from the fight, hidin' bitch, I stay with it
You gotta problem with me, go to Li'l J with it
This is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun
Three little G's is stayin' hard, you comin' limp simply son
They want it, we can give 'em some, probably not what they wanna see
Trill ass niggaz certified, ain't never been no wannabe
Has been's, never was, past due, outdated
Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it
You talkin' down but we comin' up as well as comin' down
So Pimp sum it up baby
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Uh, whut
(Hehe)
Smoke somethin', bitch, smoke somethin'
I'm up early 'cuz 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
Pro smoke, pro choke, anti-broke, conservative liberal
Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin' in criminal court, it's civil
In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries 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
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
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
I just spent 60 G's on a brand new Eldo-reeze
Black-on-black, drop top 'lac, north star fifth wheel on back
Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin'
Had to leave my bitch 'cuz I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
I love my wood wheel Grant, '84 Cadillacs that slant
Slowed down Screw tapes that knock, blowin' on Green private stock
Bitch, I don't eat hamhocks, try 20 ounce Angus beef
Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas
'N got big ass diamonds off in they teeth
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
Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic, it's so ironic
Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic
We crash your party, piss on your parade
Sip syrup like it's Lemonade
From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade
Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day
That's the game we came to play, it don't change, ain't a thang to say
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
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, guerrilla pimpin' at its finest
Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us
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?
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
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Sippin' lean, smokin' on some pine
Girl I'm pimpin', got money on my mind
Game is crazy, niggaz lazy, I got heavy fire
[Incomprehensible] put one on it bitch, it's still five for sure, for sure
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
You know Bun B the business street soulja in the trenches
Frontline comin' down on twenty four inches
Dope boys hangin' on the corners and the benches
Sayin' it's a drout so it's plenty of heat pinches
Boy, used to come up from the rags to the riches
Plush lifestyle with the bad ass bitches
But now it's like the game is full of nothin' but some snitches
And wanna be gangsters that's scared to put 'em in ditches
Fed's takin' pictures so the cameras go click
And video rollin' while I'm holdin' my dick
They follow me around like they doin' they job
But while you watchin' me how many people gettin' robbed
Lets keep it trill 'cause we already know
What it already is and how it already go
That's why we chop blades comin' down real slow
Pop trunks, swang, riders slam Cadillac door
Pass the swisha let's blow
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Before we get started, every body roll up one for Pimp C
Before we go any further, take your lighter, light it up for me
Now let's go, now let's go and all the girls get down on the floor
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
I'm whippin' big wheels, whippin' big wheels
Hope your drink don't spill whippin' big wheels
Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
[Incomprehensible] lady on my side, hey
And if you all down for me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
And if you all down with me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb
Take it off
Baby take it all off
Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it
Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside
It ain't enough room to fit dem gulls in my ride
It's on a, work somethin, twerk somethin basis
Makin big change, dancin in them tricks faces
She sleep in the day, but bump some booty at night
You kiss that thang and I'm out, cause she been playin with my pipe
Now get your mind right, hater, you a simp (a simp)
And I'm a red hot undercover pimmmmmp (pimmmmp)
That make them gulls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Like a real live money makin pro, uhh
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
It was a Secret that Victoria tried to hide
A little sly delight, I done pushed my pride aside
Just to slide inside, man I done died tonight
Now what I'm 'sposed to do? Been got close to you
Lookin like a poster to, don't wanna boast but you Missus
Do a Dr. Feel good, lay a playa real good
Limpin came back, and it was still good, she will
Put a few tips in her mouth, that's that definition
Of them true chicks in the South, let me do my thang
On the cool quick to the crotch, get the beds but guess what?
We kickin them hot, shakin it soft, should a been here
She did eight and the law, but you was late and you lost
Man she was takin it off
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
I'm sitting, touchin' with my diamonds on, and man I
Miss that boy Pac, sippin' liquor tryin' to grip the chrome
I keep a chip off in my cell phone, they used to call me Pimp C
But now the chicks they call me James Jones
And if I skip I'm back to D-slangin, keep them boys nod-headed
Keep the boppers with they butts swangin
I used to be the young playa holdin
Now I leave them gulls with they jellyroll swollen, I'm rollin
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
Comin direct from the Gentlemen's, full of that flint again
Live on stage fellas, this is Cinnamon
Fine, Black and feminine, I'm fin to win, look at the sin I'm in
Full of hallucinogens, me her and her friends
Now the venom in my snake, wanna poison
Come in with a brother and the boys and
Make sure you don't forget to bring the toys and
We stuck it check it, we gots to keep em gettin bucked naked
Makin it soft, we keep these boppers takin it off
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind
Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind
Check this out bitch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker
And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah)
Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand
You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah)
Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit
Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)
It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is
Bitch you can go
Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life
Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right
Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling)
One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen
Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up
Candy cars, I'm a star
Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South
Run off put that piece in ya mouth
We Jone, fuck a clone
Keep a lil' bitch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone
You ain't from no Memphis bitch
Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video
But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp
Flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch
He talkin' directly to you
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like "Survivor"
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine
And it's time to put up yo blinds
I might raise a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, desing
Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl
Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is
And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me
Cause uh
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
PA, TA, and I keep yelling it, but ya'll don't hear me though
On the cool, I'm trying to tell them it be
The place that I be laying low, lamping in my hometown
Niggaz ain't trippin', so I gets to keep my chrome down
And I be dippin' around the spots that niggaz pass
Swisha's, serving to the fiends, calling me
Mr. Big Buns, snatching checks from your momma
Making dollars, hoes holla, hustling bring ya drama
Uh, but I don't sweat it fool, I come from where the best ride
Ain't no punks where I'm from on that west side
PA nigga, outta town with big nuts
Where outta town motherfuckers lose they life on the cut
But we ain't trippin', pass that dipplin'
And it's gonna be all right, soon as I get fried tonight
Yeah bitch, I got ya ho, but ho I'll break ya knees
Full of Dom Perignon, Amp water for the Gs
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
Well, I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm smoking big fat dank
I don't fuck around, no mo with that goddamn drank
But every time I get down with my nigga Big Mike
We go and get a bottle of that Dom all night
I got that green monster baby, can you buy that?
Plus I got swisha suit for days, you wanna try that?
I roll them, most of them big and fat they look like ball bats
I live in P A T, the east side, niggas sayin' jack
These laws be trippin' 'cause they think I'm selling much crack
They just can't stand to see a nigga roll in Cadillac
But I bought it in cash and I don't think that you can take it back
I feel like Goldie every day I think I'm living a Mac
And I ain't trippin' flippin' then switches taking a trip to the 'Backs
'Cause my nigga D called me and said that bitch was gonna be packed
Yeah bitch, I got ya ho, but ho, I'll break ya knees
Full of Dom Perignon, Amp water for the Gs
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes
It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
Bun B:
Man, all these muthafuckin' niggas out here...
Man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everytime I try to go somewhere
I got plex from these lil' sorry, punk, pussy, no good hatin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Every single day, man... Start shit, man
I get lot a plex on these streets, baby... know what I'm sayin'?
I'm lookin' at H-Town's North and the Southside doin' it.
In P.A., you know what I'm sayin', in Port A, 'cause you know...
Even the East coast and the West coast got the plex, man
Man, y'all bettah keep yo' distance, man
I'm tellin' you it's real.
Bun B:
My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button
I ain't never ran this hot.
Now you the number one nigga
I wanna whoop the piss out.
And this not a threat, bet that
I ain't gonna let that slide,
Gotta get that bitch right,
Want him dead by midnight.
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot;
I watched him go in and come back out
I got ready to pull the Mac out.
Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610,
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick 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 '84s that they skated 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, 'cause where I stay
I got to carry my muthafuckin' gun every single day.
Chorus: (x4)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my muthafuckin' gun
Every single day.
Pimp C:
The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my space;
'Bout to pop this muthafuckah 'cause he standin' in my place.
He sellin' on my block,
Jackin' from my boys,
They comin' on our side throwin' down and talkin' noise.
Now, I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid.
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get boys for they Blades...
Gettin' 'em for they Chevy 'Burbans.
They jumpin' out a who 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 yay.
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 neither one a y'all niggas win.
You end up killin' somebody that you ain't really ain't wanna kill
Over a pussy-ass nigga that's showin' ho-type skills.
Chorus: (x4)
Bun B:
Comin' from the small town of madness
Late night us all murd'rers
Playa-hated, scandalous hoes, and 'Lac-drivin' slab hurters,
Acted bad after 8.
You can catch us on the late,
Rollin' dice, blowin', and sippin' on the bar straight.
We got the red drank, orange drank, purple drank
Laughin' at these mark hoes
That say they never heard a drank.
Half-gallon Big Gulp, Big Red, big cup, drink mixed up,
Blowin' sweets, and lightin' sticks 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 jus' gon' fuck around and get yourself shot to be, or not to be.
Muthafuckas plot to see me 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, carry pounds a killer 'round like groceries,
With a prescence that make you not
Wanna stand close to me.
Talkin' 'bout we supposed to be brothers
Don't make me laugh, muthafuckers, you chose to be
On the side opposin' me.
Don't matter what coast ya' be from
Bun and C 'll light your world up explosively.
[Intro: Pimp C]
Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!
Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the
muthafuckin East
Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better
Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!
Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here
We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!
So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!
This country rap tunes down here nigga!
Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!
All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all
But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!
Hold up!
[Charlie Wilson (Pimp C):]
Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)
Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)
Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)
But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)
That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)
You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.
Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
Quit hatin the South...
[Bun B:]
Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)
When I some real trill shit to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me
But when my time came they act like they ain't know me
I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends
Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn
"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole" (why is that?)
Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control
But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands
And pass it over to the next generation of fans
And quit hatin the South
[Chorus]
[Willie D:]
I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA
You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard
You wanna run up with the?
I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures
Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!
They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet
Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!
It's some trash in the South but I promise you
From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too
As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from
I remember N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be
You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either
Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither
[Chorus: 1/2]
[Pimp C:]
To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses
Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say
And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about
I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn
But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin
I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw
(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist
I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch
niggaz talkin 'bout? {*echoes*}
[Outro: Pimp C]
All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?
Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!
Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
sending that bullshit through the air!
Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!
Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!
They put all y'all records on one side of the store
And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store
And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!
It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!
You reap what you sew!
Fuck you in ya pussy!
Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!
Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!
Yeah, see I remember, how it all began
I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans
And back then, I knew you couldn't stop this flow
No other MC around can go like I go
I brought the new style in and the bass it got crunker
I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker
Do I wanna rap or swang on 4's?
Your brother's comin' down slammin' Cadillac do's
People tellin' me that it's just my time
They know it's UGK for life and I get down for mine
14 on the mic and you never seen me play
Big, big chain and comin' straight up outta P.A.
Quote out the Texas, the land of the trill
And fuck your diamonds man these boys done put a gun to your grill
It's Bun Beeda, you know that I be reppin', Mayne
See we done said it befo', but we gon' say it again
Life is, Too $hort don't you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't fuck with me
Life is, Too $hort, whippin' the slab
Comin' down blowin' sweets and hurtin' hoes on the ave
I've been crushin' these niggaz, me and Bun B
Been a legend since 1993
Gimme thirty thousand and I'll serve ya some heat
I'll write your rhymes, sang the hook and I'll make ya a beat
I used to dream about this shit, now my money is legit
Ain't no mo' ridin' up that ten with that shit tryin' to win
I let the young whippersnapper take all the risks
They'll serve a nigga dope and now it's all on a disk
Keep a bad yella bitch and a thick young brown
Top dropped down when I'm ridin' through the town
Y'all call 'em trues', we call 'em Vogues
They call 'em shorties, we call 'em hoes
Y'all niggaz behind still playin' wit'cha nose
I got two matchin' Bentleys just bought me a Rolls
My momma drive a BM and my girl got a Benz
Watchin' life through my rear view I see haters in my lens
Life is, Too $hort don't you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't fuck with me
Life is, Too $hort, whippin' the slab
Comin' down blowin' sweets and hurtin' hoes on the ave
Life is too short, that's what I always say
We wasn't homies last week so don't call me today
I ain't got nuttin' for you, can't loan you shit
Don't you hate when broke niggaz be on yo' dick?
I can make a lot of money, I know I can
But the mo' I make, the mo' I spend
Lot of cash in my pockets just to show my friends
I can put it in the bank to buy fo' mo' rims
For my fo' do' Benz, with the royal blue paint
Sometimes you wanna quit, but you know you can't
You gotta keep hustlin' or you lose it all
If you choose to ball you pay your dues and fall
I said fuck bein' broke, if I gotta sell coke
I'ma rock the shit up and raise hell with my folks
I'll be posted on the block, at night I gotta get mine
I'll pimp hoes and I do white collar crimes
'Cause life is, Too $hort don't you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't fuck with me
Life is, Too $hort, whippin' the slab
Comin' down blowin' sweets and hurtin' hoes on the ave
Now life is to some people unbearable
They tellin' on they homeboys and that's terrible
Was it way too much time or nothin' big?
'Cause if you tell on us, we'll be splittin' your wig
Now my freedom is to me my main asset
So I'ma keep it 100 and give like I get
Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that good
I'm tryin' to get rich while I rep for the hood
See everybody's got that same old dream
Of big cars, bad bitches and a mountain of cream
Drive a brand new Bentley, Benzo or a Beem
But ain't none of that worth tellin' on yo' team
It's on you homeboy, so what'chu gon' do
You need to take my advice and stop snitchin' fool
Or you can close yo' ears and run yo' mouth
But when they catch you homeboy you'll soon find out
Life is, Too $hort don't you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't fuck with me
Life is, Too $hort, whippin' the slab
Comin' down blowin' sweets and hurtin' hoes on the ave
Life is, Too $hort don't you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't fuck with me
Life is, Too $hort, whippin' the slab
One time for yo' muthafuckin'
Back, bitch, Kool Ace, UGK
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
But it ain't no illusion, I know you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo' wit' fly bitches
Makin' ole deals, now, ho, ain't Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game, mo' like Peter Parker
P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like, Uncle Sam and we gon' jam
I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show
I know my shit is extreme
But I'm all about them does
(Pimpin' ain't no illusion)
When I'm steppin' on the scene
Be there four deep, hella clan
My reality is your favorite dream, stop that shit, daddy
Best believe Kool Ace gon' keep it real
Pimp C and Bun B to testify for the ear
Excuse me, y'all but this about Southern shit
Now, tell me can you, feel this, bitch?
We givin' 'em brain contusions
Pimp C, what's the conclusion?
Pimpin' ain't no illusion
And pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't dead, nigga, it just began
How the fuck you know Sweet Jones?
My hoes still out there sellin' ass
Yo' bitch is out of pocket
'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary
Real hoes gon' front on a simp
But she gon' do it for daddy
Fuck niggas, watch them mack and pimp on my floozie
But boy, my bitches know the difference
Between real pimpin' and movies
It's the difference between real leather
And that shit at yo' house
I don't know what y'all doin' up there
But we really pimpin' in the South
Every since I was 17, I been stackin' my green
Went for servin' rocks to fiends and rockin' club full a teens
Went from bumpin' Screw in Houston, sippin' promythazine
To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath to smokin' on sticky green
I'm still Pimp C, bitch, I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us
But me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus, sittin' on all gold Daytons
Bitch, take a look around
These hoes steady choosin'
This is the conclusion
Pimpin' ain't no illusion
(Pimpin' ain't no illusion)
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
If you got any love fo' that broad you wit
Nigga, move her 'fore you lose her
'Cause a beggar ain't a muthafuckin' chooser
Third leg is a bitch abuser, infamous
In cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean
No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis, come catch a wif a this
Damn, can't you taste it? Now yo' money's up in smoke
Like you freebased it, now bitch replaced it
Wit' a sexual favor but don't get mad at real pimpin', nigga
Check yo' behavior and savor, the aroma from Promona to Tacoma
Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer
Fuck a Sonoma, I'm on a mission for Benzes
Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless
And then my friends is slappin' niggas with glass chins
It's funny sendin' tricks home, broke and defenseless
And, ever since this, boy been pimpin' the pen
I promise never to ever leave home without my pimpin' again, that's why
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
You know, I got to tell you players what I'm thinkin' about
My bitch got bold opened a bank account
When I found the bitch checkbook, I didn't get mad
'Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash
I broke it down to her, she gave me the dough
Do you remember what you was before I made you a ho?
You was a broke bitch, you couldn't even smoke shit
Couldn't stay focused and don't forget it, bitch
Yo' whole life changed the day you met me
Now you think you need a bank account
Baby, I can't see, you managin' this money, it's too much
All you do is look good and then you fuck
Git my money, git yo' money, it's all the same
The shit ain't even funny when you talk about this game
They call me Too $hort, baby, I'm still in it
Ain't no camouflage, nothin' but this real pimpin', beeyatch
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimp C:
Styin' on the grind, I been down for mine
Steady Pushin' white at 16
Fuckin' hoe that's fine, smokin' on the kind
Used to mix the wine with the lean
Now we sip soda with the Barre
20 inch blades on the car
Choppin' on the road, blowin' on the dro
Shinin' in the sun like a star
You can't stay rich if you a bitch cuz hoes can't hold no bread
Fuck, 2 million niggas need a daddy other pussy niggas just scared
Tell your bitch to let me get some head
You ain't no pimp I knew you was a clone
Hi life
We livin' that hi life
Hi life
We livin' that hi life
I'm tired livin' f**ked 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 f**kin' 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
'cause 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, f**kin' 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
Motherf**kers sleepin' on them corners that you be on
Probably because society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the f**k 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 f**k out of this maze
A man'll commit a crime who the& f**k it crime pays
I'm goin' through a phase you don't go out until you
Out reason a motherf**ker
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)
(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
but I keep on dippin, steady pimpin, kickin, how's about the winter man?
Makin sure these snitches, ain't stoppin riches, 5-Oh on my back
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
Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down
I'm from the streets that make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French
Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning
I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective custody
I'm the same thug that be surrounded with women
Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you could not escape
The hip hop version of ?The Ring? and you just watched the tape
And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga?
I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'
I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and bring my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up
Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you know me
Homie, we big steppin', big reppin'
We givin' kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left with the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death
I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip vexin? to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your midsection
He will introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam
Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan
Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em ?Hot Pants?
I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot street flame, they call me Sweet James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne
Board Nine or Issey Miyaki
I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki
I ain't Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket
Your bitch out of pocket, she under pimpery
She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in
On my Lamborghini with the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean
What you know about gettin' cross country?
Nigga, your piece big but your diamond look monkey
You need to take that shit back
That ain't no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that
Bitch, what the fuck you done to that?
Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But 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
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth G's
Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So, tell me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him
Bitches tellin' me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy look good
So, I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked good I didn't feel no pride
All the bitch wanted to do is just fuck my ride
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But 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
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
But 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 catsuits
Assumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute
But pussy is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they momma
Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', them hoes told me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie
Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggaz at the club and took all them hoes home
And didn't even fuck, man what the fuck
If you didn't want to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean? I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut?
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But 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 between your hips
And when you smile and 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 yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR playin X-rated films
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all niggaz the difference between y'all and me
You see, man I can tell all that bitch wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
But bitch not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you bitch!
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But 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
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But 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
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
Chorus: Pimp C singing]
Lord it's so hard, living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why, I'd rather die
Than to continue living this wayyy
[Pimp C:]
Ughhhh, I don't wanna do this no mo' (no mo')
But dis the only thang that I know
I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo')
The laws and the d-boys wanna kick in my do' (do')
I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate
But I, got Ph.D from Pimp State
And I, got a Master's Degree in movin weight
And my, people dependin on me but they gon' be straight
UHH - I wanna go to service
But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous (nervous)
Cause they be lookin at me funny
Watchin the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)
I don't wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead than doin life in a jail cell
Die young oh well (well) I had a good life (life)
They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here payin the price
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn and
I give myself a - stretch up, a morning yawn and
See I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game
Move one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me (f'real)
I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin to aim it higher (higher)
Watchin the lames aspire (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne)
They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin water (water)
You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)
Everyday it's gettin harder to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin to keep, all of my motherfuckin ducks in a row (row)
I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat
Shit a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)
Walkin the line like cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Lord I'm sittin here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
Askin you to watch over me, no matter what
Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of you
And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin through
The bad times and worse times, through it all
When my head is hangin low, you help me to stand tall
The only way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shine
Is if you lookin after me while I'm out here on the grind
[Pimp C:]
UNGGHH~! I know you bless the child that go get it
I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the language of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin slabs
Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs
Balance on my life on the fo' beam
And I need codeine just to say sane
I'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your real name
Knahmtalkinbout!
But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place
Your prayers gon' get heard anyway
So some say Jah Jah, some say Allah
Some say Jesus, some say... Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout
Ay man I just look like this man, knahmtalkinbout
I ain't get this far bein no square man
You wanna hide some'n from black folks, they say you can put it in a book
I don't believe that
Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books
I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on mayne
But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout
For they laws and power, knahmsayin the art of war
The secret societies of America, knahmtalkinbout
Everythang ain't what it look like man
And don't judge every book by it's cover... ya dig!
[Pimp C:]
Uhhh! Bitch gon' get down on the flo'
You ain't gettin paper what you twerkin it fo'?
All I see is a bunch of ones
Need to leave with a pimp, time to have some fun
All these niggaz is really lame
Just talkin to a nig cause you like the game
Later on you gon' bite that
Bitch you know you like that
Choose a pimp, I'm the shit
Check the record, I'm legit
That nigga you with he counterfeit
He crawlin, I'm ballin bitch ~!
Don't get offended when I call you by that pet name
Gon' be up in it when I stand up in that wet thang
Piece and chain, full of diamonds
Gettin paper the American way
Sable coat with silk lining
Upgrade, throw the mink away
I'm like Beyonce to the left
Any bitch can be replaced
But I stand to the right, shinin bright
Ready to put dick in your face
You don't want me to talk like that
You ever got fucked in a Maybach?
You ever got buck in the back of the 'llac?
Roof gone, top back
I'm the real this ain't no actin
Monkey niggaz playin dumb
Nigga knife, he ain't layin no pipe
I lay up in you bitch you gon' cum
[Chorus:]
Bitch you know you like that, you know you like that
Girl you know you like that, you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that, you know you like that
Girl you know you like that, bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that, you know you like that
Girl you know you like that, you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that, you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that, bitch you know I like that
[Bun B:]
Well this Big Dick Cheney, I come to snow
We go Mighty Joe Young upside a hoe head
And fuck how she feel like she bought the whole grid
I ain't payin attention to what the hoe said
That hoe can go 'head, if she ain't feelin it
She ain't goin nowhere, she love how I'm drillin it
Throw it up on her she throw it right, back
Bitch you know you like, that
In your mouth but don't bite, that
I'm a dog that's gon' bite, back
Do it doggystyle I'm gon' hit that
For an hour or two, is you with, that?
Toot it up and I'ma tap that
Fully pack that, then I'ma smack that
Bring it back back, yeah right back
Bitch you know you like that ~!
[Chorus]
[Pimp C:]
Bitch I see you lookin at my chain
Can't take your eyes off the panky rang
Bitch I'm standin on the top
Like we in the 10th, young bitch I'ma pimp
And you like everything I stand fo'
Bitch don't use no hands, hoe!
All jaws, pull it back
Bitch you know you like that
[Bun B:]
Let me do what I wanna do let me do what I feel
C'mon ride sidesaddle with the king of the trill
All this damn conversatin ain't worth the breath
Just lean to the right while I work the left
Vice verse and revese then it's up to Daisy
Damn this pussy drive me fuckin crazy
I'm fiendin to eat it baby like crack
Cause bitch you know I like that
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the very best
This is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
U.G.K., Pimp C, Sweet Jones, Bun B
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
I call my motherfuckin' swangers on the slab, money on my mind
24/7 I'm out here on the grind
Wanna jack that way to heaven, got somethin' for ya spine
Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try
I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C.
Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's
Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest
When jumpin' out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest
Hangin' 'round my neck, blindin' you niggaz
I ain't cappin', I'm just tellin' you what's hap'nin'
Some niggaz be winnin' and some be steady losin'
Touchin' down, women they stayin', they steady chosin'
Tired of feelin' bashed and mashed and want some cash
You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man
'Cause I'ma stand up in her and sin her 'cause she a winner
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin', y'all some beginners
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
Yeah, well, I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind
The product of the product and the cousin of crime
So get that fuck up out your mind, I'm born to this life
And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife
So all you triflin'-ass, stiflin'-ass, mud-stuck, fuck boys
Gettin' bound to borin', you shit out of luck boys
The Kingz is back in the buildin', just in the knick of time
And we fin' to do it to it partner while you niggaz lyin'
Touchin' us, you niggaz dyin', kill you hoes, just for tryin'
Death befo' dishonor, you never see me testifyin'
Standin' on the stand, grab a workout in the yard
Trill niggaz never fraud, you can put that on the Lord
Goin' hard, ask the hardest nigga you know in the street
I'm the last nigga that that nigga wanna meet
Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is
So get the fuck up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin' biz
I? m the shit
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
Well, if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G
And you put 'em both together, what the fuck would you see?
U.G.K. nigga, fresher than a cashmere sweater
When it come to keepin' it trill, nobody do it better
Ain't no candy paint wetter, no 24's classier
No leather seats softer, no other brothers classier
And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll, mayne
Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control, mayne
Ugh, I got a candy cup, sittin' on buck
Two-hundred thousand when I roll up
Year ago, I was on lock, now I'm out here droppin' them tops
48 months, I was gone, barely got back, it's still on
I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free, all y'all all can eat a big D
I see the Kingz winnin', thought it was over, it's the beginnin'
Underground, we run the South, diss me, I'ma bust your mouth
I don't run, I come to your house
You gon' lose, nigga, that's no doubt
We can jump or pop it out, I ain't Jeezy, don't swap it out
Knahmtalkinbout?
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel
I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up, bitch)
You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
But the game been good to me
Uhh, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
Made ya deal with the devil but you sold yo' soul
You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes
You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
They already know you got shit on your name
Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain
Take yo' piece, rings and watch
You play rich, boy you need to stop
I ain't dissin' nobody, no particular name
Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game, lil' bitch
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up, bitch)
You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
The game been good to me
(Pussy nigguh)
I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
I write what I see, what I do and what I know
And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
Now whether at a show, in the booth or on the street
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin' mouth
'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggaz two step, some niggaz dance
Some niggaz just ball wit' a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread
You hatin' on paper get that fuck up out yo' head
Worryin' 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack
It's goin' down in the South, you don't like it
Click clack, motherfucker
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch)
You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
The game been good to me
(Pussy nigguh)
You got caught with that work on 10
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
But he took 15, befo' you could tell
He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell
I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
Ain't no appeal but they dropped it to five?
Who you had to fuck to give back that time?
Textin' me from a cell phone, bitch, yo lost yo' fuckin' mind?
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
If the feds hit me, I'ma hit yo' ass back
You fight witcho tongue, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguh
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch)
You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
The game been good to me
(Smoke sum'hin, bitch)
Got caught with the shit, twenty years
You'se a snitch, you turned bitch
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, bitch)
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough
The game been good to me
[Pimp C:]
One with a trigger, two with a bat
Three big brothers, fo' - wanna squab with me
So I guess a brother gotta throw
Tell 'em like this, ya better get up out my camp dude
Befo' I have to pull my gat and get, real rude
I don't figure that it's worth gettin hurt
Just 'cause 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 all the skeeter that I had?
You wanna step to me but I don't really think ya should
I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya somethin good
[Chorus: sampled from Chaka Khan & Rufus' "Something Good"]
TELL me something GOOD (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)
TELL me something GOOD (Oh yeaaaaah... yeah)
Tell-TELL me something GOOD (Ohhhhhhh-HOO!, tell me, tell me...)
TELL me something GOOD (Ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)
[Bun B:]
Aiyyo, 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 gangload of homies when you think you wanna throw
Cause by yourself, you're runnin to the flo'
I seen your kind befo', man ya 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
See crazy you wanna be, but punks with no heart, they ain't hard
They just waitin for Bun to pull they card
You betta keep your weak self locked in ya hood
Cause without your boys I'm a have to tell ya somethin good
[Chorus]
(Ohhhhhhh-HOO!)
[Pimp C:]
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 ya girl and what she did in the past
Cause if you know like me, you would drop her REAL fast
But I don't trust the dugout, cause I'm scared of that disease
Cause she's passin' out the skinz like government cheese
But not me player, cause Pimp C wanna live
Have you had your test? Are you H-I positive?
But instead of gettin checked you wanna fight with me
You need to check ya blood and let somebody check your teeth
But if you don't step, I'm a drop on ya fast
And pump off bullets like government cash
I didn't do ya girl but your sister was alright
Took her to my homeboy's Caddy last night [girl moaning in the background]
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
Told me, "Pump it harder, " and she scratched me on my BOOTY
Now everybody in the world
Know that your sister is a nasty lil' girl
[Chorus 1/2]
[Bun B:]
Let's talk about these half-n-half punks
By day they sorry bastards, at night they talkin bout, poppin trunks
Butter .25 cain't keep you alive
From a sawed-off, fool so I hope you survive
See bluffin might save ya tail one day
But who's ta say, it won't catch ya next week, on the runway?
You might shoot a few shots in the wind
But the same time tomorrow, you'll be runnin again
Now can you keep it up, every damn night?
You steady runnin to the argument but runnin from the fight
What's the deal man? Why don't you take your Raiders cap off?
Cause one of these days, you gonna getcha head slapped off
You cain't keep a crew cause they gettin sick of seein you bail
Like a punk'll hit the backstreet trail
And the women don't like you cause ya act like them
And that's why your little jimmy never went fo' a swim
Ya talk about slangin, makin G's
But I saw a fiend chase ya from, BJ's up to Mickey D's
Now everyday punks get took
Either for they dough, they'll ride 'em for the powder that they cook
You bookin from the scene cause ya couldn't hold ya own
A 40 ounce bottle slams, ya dead to your dome
Now you want revenge, so ya get your automatic
Find a group of hard-heads, and startin kickin static
Ya pulled ya little chrome but these fools got gats
Try to run and caught two buckshots in ya back
Now you nothin but a memory that's gone in a slayin
The Chopped Shop presents UGK's Greatest Hits
'Chopped n' Screwed'
Well, well, well, well, hello baby
For one day you here and then you're gone
A long, long way, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know la ra ra ra ra yeah
Well, well, I know, I know, I know, yeah
Mama put me out at only fourteen
So I start 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' wit, yeah
My mama's only son
But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one
Every nigga and they mama askin' why
But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'ma die
But if I die or should I say if I go
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thing promised to a playa is the penitentiary
So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips
And when ya think about that you say, "It'll be on"
It's a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
This world we livin' in man it ain't nuthin' but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya in New York niggas gettin' shot fo bombers
Now they got yo life in the former they in like California
Niggas wit dubs are hydroponic, marijuana
Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna
Down in Orange my nigga Pops died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game
I saw him once before he died wished it was twice mayn
I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib
Lettin' us act bad not givin' a fuck 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 brother been in the pen fo damn near ten
But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin' in
So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin' zone
'Cause one day you here but the next day you gone
One day you're here, baby
And then 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 two sweets [Incomprehensible]
Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights
Niggas be lookin' shife, so shife back
Can't show no weakness wit these bitches life jacked
Mayn 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 down in Florida Dante 19
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I ain't no liar
My man BoBo jus' lost his baby in a house fire
And when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God why he let these killas live
And take my homeboy's son away
Man if you got kids show 'em you love 'em
'Cuz God jus might call 'em home
'Cuz one day you're here, the next day you're gone
I know, you know, well, well, yeah
La ra la ra, I know, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you're gone
One day you're here, come on
And then you're gone
I know, you know, I know
Yeah, oh, la ra la ra, la ra la ra
No, no, no, no, no, no
Come on, come on baby, baby
La ra ra ra ra
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
Next day you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone, gone
Next day you're gone
Come on, don't leave me, yeah
(Andre 3000 with "I choose you babe!" in the back)
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject
You sure? F*** it
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that b**** do you dirty
we'll wipe her a** out and send detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"
(Pimp C)
Sweet jones
My b**** a choosey lover, never f*** without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck for 40 dollars in the club
f***** up the game, b**** you gets no love
She be cross country givin all that she got
A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them b****es too scary
Your b**** chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy
Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl
(Bun B)
Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team
Because its greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that aint my style
Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile
We pilin up the paper on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back
Im a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar b****
Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C & B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoe
Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryin to get chose
OOOooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl
(Big Boi)
Eeny mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!)
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the C-Support
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont
(Chopped & Screwed)
Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers couldn't stop the
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good
Like an infant on a double D titty just getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last pump
(Chopped & Screwed)
Dump dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick pick the kiddies up
Ooooohhhhh Ooooooohhh
I chose you girl
IIIIiiii
