UGK Album

[No lyrics]

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
Cocaine, cocaine

[Chorus x2: Pimp C]
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

[Pimp C:]
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I "roll a lot of stones"
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone
It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
but every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped (chopped)
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
but now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin wood and flippin chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on (what is that?)
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops, and get my push on (huh)
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key (key)
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee (tee)
And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though (men though)
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo (wind yo)
We "Chevro way" the wind blow (wind blow), that's the corner we been Joe (been Joe)
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good to go, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders (what?), leavin your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin that woodler, bud it (damn), sit back and scope it (huh)
Pay attention to Prince and pushin everything about to pump it

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]
Uh! I done smashed up my flyin spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk
Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin with that Smoke D, Bundy, and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin off of prostitution
Pimpin ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch!

[Bun B:]
Man I'm a middle finger figure (figure), a million dollar mission
Poppin like Orville Redenbacher (bacher), with a whippin in the kitchen (kitchen)
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis (what?), we the trillest
On the mound, I'm holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us
We the realest walkin the planet, can't stand it
Pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin, wanna kill us
Blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin back a couple hundred brothers deep (oh!)
Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? (yeah) We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans (huh), ain't nobody better than
gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

[Chorus]

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
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

(Feat. Charlie Wilson)

[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?
Cause I need You, Lord right noooooowww...
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-EEEEEEEEEEEHH...
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...

[Andre 3000 with chorus in back saying "I choose you babe!"]

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject
You sure? F**k it
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that bitch do you dirty
we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"

[Pimp C:]
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never f**k without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
trash like the f**k for 40 dollars in the club
f**king up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin all that she got
A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

[Chorus:]
Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl

[Bun B:]
Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team
Because its greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back
Im a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryin to get jones

[Chorus:]
OOOooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl

[Big Boi:]
Eni mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!)
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the see-saw pole
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont
[Chopped & Screwed]
Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good
Like an infant on a double D b**** is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump
[Chopped & Screwed]
Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick pick the kitties up

[Chorus:]
Ooooohhhhh Ooooooohhh
I chose you girl

IIIIiiii
I chose you baby

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
No down bitch

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
Break the boys on the ave 'cause the slab's so tight

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 motherfuckin' East

Know I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast
And they did it a little bit better
Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our time
To shine down here nigga

Know I'm sayin'? 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 recognizin' 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

Pushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed
Steady stayin' on the grind
Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'

But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?
That talk down on every song
You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah

Quit hatin' the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money
Quit hatin' the South, baby
Quit hatin' the South

Well, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you
When I some real trill shit to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool, 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
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
Nigga I was givin' rap all my time and my ends

Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn

There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole
Probably '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, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, getting' money
Quit hatin' the South, baby
Quit hatin' the South

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 [Incomprehensible]

I from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin' 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 questionin' our intellect
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet
Ain't nobody typin' 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 rap 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
Disrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers neither

Quit hatin' the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money

To all the radio, TV and even the press
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress
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 tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'

I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, 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'all dope from us
So what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?

All you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
Sendin' 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 and fuck you in ya pussy
Keep talkin' that shit
Them young gladiators go come get you too partner

Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch
Young Pimp

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?
Now, damn, somebody need to beat Jacob ass over that

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
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

(Chorus)
Pimpin' hoes slammin' Cadillac doors
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin lot pimpin' on fo's
VA to H Town yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazing
Look at them boys teeth thats crazy
The lean in the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know

Straight out the south with my nuts in my hand
Its the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas thats my land
Whos the man thats in demand
Its Paul Wall baby yeah thats me
I put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach
And im hustlin on the grind 72
Hours straight
No time to eat or sleep im slangin' licks and that just won't wait
Im campaignin for a new Benz
On the rims with bubble lenz
Im stackin' every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s
Doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo's
Hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know
Roll the dank up where the dro?
Pour the drank up where the fo's
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty

(Chorus)

Got a drop top on them rollerskates
Candy jolly rancher paint
Enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank
I dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin
Im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin
Gettin money thats all i know
On my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro
I grind its off to work i go I hustle hard its no stop
And if i flop i switch to hustle
I learned the game then set up shop
Im strivin' to make it to the top
Its all or nothin no turnin back
Im with them boys out on the block
Accumulating them paper stacks
Im makin money this where its at
Whatever it takes crack or jack
In love with my money and thats a fact
And we STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

(Chorus)

(Paul Wall Talking)
Right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin
Trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky
Candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome
all courtesy of my hustle game

Real hustlin's in my blood line
I dont complain or whine
I just get on my grind puttin in work overtime
I learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind
I was born blind but now i see that road to riches
Its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches
Norv Freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss
And Chad Butler taught me keep it trill at all costs
I peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess
I put in work with no rest
To get that paper thats my quest
Im on the slow grind towards success
One of the best 'cause i keep it fresh
Im one hundred isnt nothin less
And im STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

(Chorus)

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
Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block

I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying
Pussy nigga
I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

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 wate, 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 you're Cathlic go to mass, if you're 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

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

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 doggy 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

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Some niggaz win and some niggaz lose
Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying the 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 Dickie's was cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets

The young B.G.'s, really love to fuck
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 ripping for it hoe

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

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
Kindergarteners was looking up to me in pre-school

Down with Pimp C fool and P A T the town
Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down
Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie
So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die

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
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

(feat. Jazze Pha)

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

[Bun B:]
Please rise for the president of the south and all hale to the cheif with them diamond teeth in his mouth
Make way! Big Dick Chaney is bout to enter
king committees in session but first on the agenda
Bend the corner on them fours lac turnin on them vouges
1 time for the haters, 2 times for the hoes
I suppose its only right for me to grip up on the cherry, oak wood wheel while im drippin cranberry
and very few have acomplished what we have acheived without a rabbit out of a hat or a trick up his sleeve
I got a steady hand and a steady flow so, on your mark get set, ready go, you already know.........

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

[Pimp C:]
Swishers and dank and pourin up big drank
100 thousand dollars in my grown set link
I got 2 on thats 200, you gone go crazy nigga tryna count my money
I came from the bottom they hate me like im asadam
198 in a spur house in nevada (vada vada)
Vegas nigga got my paper pimpin thru cerwin vegas nigga
Let me show you how we keep the parkin lot on fire,
full kit on my shit 26 inch tiiiiiiiiiiiiires!
Yokohamas an the wheel still wood,
keep a bad yellow bitch cuz my dick feel good
when you see us in the hood nigga...

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

[Jazze Pha:]
Dope Man!! Ya and the dro in the drought
pull up at the spot with the brains blowed out
Wheels cost a whip, whip cost a house
UGK and Jazze Pha show up and show out
She wanna chill with the crew
kick it in the crib on the hill with the view
You know you wanna holla what it is? what it do?
She love me for my old school drops an my cool
cuz my shit be the truth whoa!
The wheels never pause counterclock wise when i skirrrrrr
on'em all.
and when she fall thru an see the plaques on the wall
she'll prolly call a couple friends!
shit call'em all, down come the draws

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
We be pullin up in the hot shit and thats cuz we the stars of the show
Now if you gettin money and got whips just pull up on your stop an go's
This is the way we stop and go, don't block my way, we stop the show

[No lyrics]

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
All of my women, woo

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
So do yo' thang, 'cause can't no man tell you what's wrong or right

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'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

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
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Honor respect, valor and nuts
You best to come with all fo', when you come up against us
You can scream, yell, cuss, catch a bit of throw tantrum
It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em

No Phantom, slabs and 4's
Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab your hoes
Trying to sip some'ing too, so nigga pass the purp'
We 'bout to beat your avenue, getting cash and work

It's been a long time, long grind long mash
Now it's long shine, long pine long cash
Tapping ash, out the Cadillac window
While I'm tapping ass, leaning back smoking some endo

Ain't no need to pretend hoe, you know what the real
You know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around, with that underground

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

It was 1984, I heard Run rapping 'bout
Larry Laugh Caddy, wanting to break a bitch cot
22 years later and the block belong to me
Underground Kingz for life, young Pimp C

Put my first record out, at the age of 16
Rapping 'bout moving work, candy painted symphony
We was the first niggaz, talking 'bout wood wheel
Made up the word, that's why I'm so trill

Now everybody, wanna bite my swagger
Roll like a stone, like my name Mick Jagger
Say it befo', had to tell you hoes again
Run a drum machine, like my name Roger Men

Write the rhyme do the beat, the hook and the mix
Records don't sell, I'm back to selling bricks
I went gold, but never sold my soul to bang
And bitch I'll hit you with that thang, I'm a underground kingz

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Cross the line, nigga push my button
And you gon' die in the very spot, that you thought you wasn't
And you gon' look in the eyes of the man
You thought you were better than
T R I double L, that's with capital letters man

The Pimp and the Bun, Bobby U.N. and J.R.
Big Dick Cheney, and Tony Snow you know who they are
We the best than the rest, getting head for the showers
Fucking cowards get out the way, 'cause the rap game's ours

Y'all niggaz, better reco'
That you ain't gotta like me, but you gon' respect me hoe
17 years, I been rapping with that Bun
Fuck the fame want the change, it's been fun

The up's and the down's, the crying and the smiling
Fuck what you heard, UGK is a island
Away from you niggaz, but we still solid land
Sharks swimming in the water, put your nuts in the sand pussy nigga

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

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
Comin' down blowin' sweets and hurtin' hoes on the ave

[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!
Hold up

[No lyrics]

Like that, like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Like that, know you like that
Bitch you know 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 nigga 'cause you like the game
Later on you gon' bite, that
Bitch you know you like, that

Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that

Well it's Big Dick Cheney and Tony Snow
We go Mighty Joe Young upside a hoe head
And fuck her emotions, I want the whole bread
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
I throw it up on her she throw it right back
Yeah bitch you know I like that

Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch I see you lookin' at the chain
Can't take your eyes off the big ass rang
Bitch I'm standin' on the top
Like Rick in the 10th, young bitch I'm a pimp

And you like everythin' I stand fo'
Bitch don't use no hands, hoe
All jaws, pull it back
Bitch you know I like that

Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know I like that

Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
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 upsy-daisy
Damn this pussy drives me fuckin' crazy
I'm fiendin' to hit it baby like crack
'Cause bitch you know I like that

Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that
Bitch you know you like that

That, that, bitch you know you like that
That, that, you know I'm talkin' 'bout mayne?
Hold up, bitch you know you like that
Is you a crazy motherfucker mayne, you crazy

(feat. Outkast)

[Andre 3000 with chorus in back saying "I choose you babe!"]

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that bitch do you dirty
we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"

[Pimp C:]
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin all that she got
A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

[Chorus:]
Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl

[Bun B:]
Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team
Because its greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back
Im a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryin to get jones

[Chorus:]
OOOooooohhh Ooooooohhh
I choose you girl

[Big Boi:]
Eni mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!)
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the see-saw pole
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont
[Chopped & Screwed]
Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good
Like an infant on a double D b**** is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump
[Chopped & Screwed]
Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick pick the kitties up

[Chorus:]
Ooooohhhhh Ooooooohhh
I chose you girl

IIIIiiii
I chose you baby