Mouse on the track, that'll make you bounce and act, what...
[repeat 2X]
Shake it like you mean it
Shake it like you mean it
Shake it like you mean it girl
Shake it like you mean it
[Chorus 1]
All my H-Town women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Baton Rouge women gon' pop it for pimp
All my ATL women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Birmingham women gon' pop it for pimp
[Interlude]
Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
(Gon') Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
(Gon') Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
(Gon') Pop it for pimp (gon') pop it for pimp
[Bun B]
Now all my ladies to the dance flo', it's time to do ya thang
You see the piece of chain, you see the panky rang
Now this one ain't a joke, and this one ain't a game
You got to twurk for my baby brother, now show no shame
You already know who you came fo' and why you came
And why you comin, you hear the 8-0-8 drummin
Let a hater hate, woman that's what they gon' do
Now pop it for the pimp, you see a trill nigga want you
But you gotta be down, to fuck with me and my round
You ain't gon' pop it for the pimp, bitch get yo' ass out of town
You got to take it off and let me see it, with no delay
So if you miss the pimp let me hear you say, c'mon
[Interlude]
[Chorus 2]
All my women up in Philly gon' pop it for pimp
All my St. Louis women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Carolina women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Las Vegas women gon' pop it for pimp
[Juvenile]
Yeah, yeah
I love the way you work a pole yeah, Nicole yeah
Make a nigga spend his dough yeah, ya po' yeah
Ain't finished I got mo' yeah, to throw yeah
You will buy it and ya know yeah, and show yeah
Go on pop it for my nigga P-I-, M-P
Busy out there with my nigga B.I., and P-A-C
Streets fuck wit'chu and I can see why, you a G
You could pop it girl but after this, it's you and me
It don't matter if you got a day job or a stripper
Shake it like you mean it bitch, I'm a good tipper
It's been a minute, damn you done got thicker
And that ass look better when a nigga on liquor
(Pop it for pimp) [repeat 5X]
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa... (yeah)
[Chorus 3]
All my women up in Dallas gon' pop it for pimp
All my Chattanooga women gon' pop it for pimp
All my Ca$hville women gon' pop it for pimp
All my M-I-A women gon' pop it for pimp
[Interlude w/ ad libs]
[Webbie]
Gon' keep it trill shorty hairy asshole
All the real bad bitches get down on the flo'
If you gon' do it good I throw a lil' dough
If you do it a lil' better I throw a lil' mo'
Make somebody tell them bitches we gon' need mo' ones
Hit the room with me and Bun, it'll be so fun
Big titties, big buns, yeah she a thugga
Pop it like a firecracker, bet'cha Pimp'll love her
Check it out, stretch it out, go on 'head, let it out
Don't be shy, take your time, I know your mama had a fine ass daughter
I ain't lyin, I'll beat it like it's mine
Nah I ain't Sweet Jones but I keep a freak on, yeah
[Interlude]
[Chorus One]
Good II Me Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Mya)
[Bun B]
Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick
Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick
Lookin for a real player to adore ya
But look no further, I'm the player for ya
Sittin big on the 20-somethin inch thangs
Leanin on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs
Big piece, big chain with the big ice
You wanna roll? You ain't gotta ask the kid twice
Push a button, the do's open up for ya
I save the shotgun seat up in the trunk for ya
Stitch and tuck, so you know that I'm a boss
with the red candy paint lookin like spaghetti sauce
You wanna floss with a G, keep it real
It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill
You either won't or you will
Just keep it one hundred with a player baby tell me how you feel
C'mon
[Chorus One: Mya]
People always talkin' bout - they be sayin they be sayin they be sayin
Your reputation - how you got a lot of hoooooes, but I don't really give a
I don't care what you did to them! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
[Bun B]
You want me to be good, then I'ma be the best
And I'ma give you top shelf baby nuttin less
Front do' to the, front row
Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know)
First class flights, penthouse suites
You want sushi? We go to Japan to eat
You want pasta? We fly to Milan
That's how it is in the life of a don
We eat filet mignon in Pa-ris
That's how it is when you rollin with a G
Your man want it but he ain't thar rich
Trust me baby I can scratch that itch
Never call you a bitch when you act like a lady
You carry yourself like a woman and we gravy
Ain't no maybe, I know I can
Put the whole wide world in the palm of your hand baby
[Chorus Two: Mya]
People always tellin me - they be sayin they be sayin they be
That you're a player
I don't care 'bout them other girls! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
[Mya]
I said, I'll hold you down when you need me
I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around
I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right baby, ooooooooooh
[Bun B]
Girl anything you wishin I can make it come true
Have you lookin like a million dollars when you come through
Wit'cha Louboutin shoes, or Jimmy Chu's
Giuseppe, Zanetti or whatever you wanna do (you wanna do)
Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci)
Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi)
Dolce & Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's)
Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's)
Maybe Fendi or Yves St. Laurent
Versace, KLS, or whatever that you want
It ain't a thang to buy you some Vera Wang
You gotta look like a Queen for you to be with the Kang
The fancy cars with the butterfly do's
Big mansion with the marble on the flo's
The world is yo's but here's the key
When I'm bein good to you, be good II me
[Chorus One + Chorus Two with ad libs]
[Mya]
In the morning
In the evening baby
If you treat me good I'ma gonna keep on comin to ya
La la la la la lahhh
La la la la la lahhh
You're all that I know, just be good to me
Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick
Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick
Lookin for a real player to adore ya
But look no further, I'm the player for ya
Sittin big on the 20-somethin inch thangs
Leanin on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs
Big piece, big chain with the big ice
You wanna roll? You ain't gotta ask the kid twice
Push a button, the do's open up for ya
I save the shotgun seat up in the trunk for ya
Stitch and tuck, so you know that I'm a boss
with the red candy paint lookin like spaghetti sauce
You wanna floss with a G, keep it real
It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill
You either won't or you will
Just keep it one hundred with a player baby tell me how you feel
C'mon
[Chorus One: Mya]
People always talkin' bout - they be sayin they be sayin they be sayin
Your reputation - how you got a lot of hoooooes, but I don't really give a
I don't care what you did to them! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
[Bun B]
You want me to be good, then I'ma be the best
And I'ma give you top shelf baby nuttin less
Front do' to the, front row
Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know)
First class flights, penthouse suites
You want sushi? We go to Japan to eat
You want pasta? We fly to Milan
That's how it is in the life of a don
We eat filet mignon in Pa-ris
That's how it is when you rollin with a G
Your man want it but he ain't thar rich
Trust me baby I can scratch that itch
Never call you a bitch when you act like a lady
You carry yourself like a woman and we gravy
Ain't no maybe, I know I can
Put the whole wide world in the palm of your hand baby
[Chorus Two: Mya]
People always tellin me - they be sayin they be sayin they be
That you're a player
I don't care 'bout them other girls! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
[Mya]
I said, I'll hold you down when you need me
I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around
I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right baby, ooooooooooh
[Bun B]
Girl anything you wishin I can make it come true
Have you lookin like a million dollars when you come through
Wit'cha Louboutin shoes, or Jimmy Chu's
Giuseppe, Zanetti or whatever you wanna do (you wanna do)
Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci)
Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi)
Dolce & Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's)
Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's)
Maybe Fendi or Yves St. Laurent
Versace, KLS, or whatever that you want
It ain't a thang to buy you some Vera Wang
You gotta look like a Queen for you to be with the Kang
The fancy cars with the butterfly do's
Big mansion with the marble on the flo's
The world is yo's but here's the key
When I'm bein good to you, be good II me
[Chorus One + Chorus Two with ad libs]
[Mya]
In the morning
In the evening baby
If you treat me good I'ma gonna keep on comin to ya
La la la la la lahhh
La la la la la lahhh
You're all that I know, just be good to me
Underground Thang Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Chamillionaire, Pimp C)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Bun B]
It's Bun B the king of the trill
And I'm bringing the steel
Bringing the max it bitches of fact
It's that gangsta shit I'm bringing it back
I went from slanging the crack
To slanging the tracks and slanging my skills
Since ninety-two and slanging it still
So bring who you feel bring who you feeling
Bring them around and I'ma lay them down
It's just another sound boy killing
Rude boy wanna test
Better make sure rude boy got on his vest
Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest
These monkey niggas on that monkey shit
Best to evolve or
I'm bouts to go gorilla and kill them with a revolver
So go on pimping you's a chip and I'ma blue bat
You ain't ready for the blowback
Bitch and you already knew that
So bring who you wanna bring on
I'ma go king kong
And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding dong
Standing on top of the towers the trans go beating my chest
So it's best you and your mans know
I'm an underground king
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Pimp C]
I'm an underground king for life
?In my shoes like hittin in your wife?
Tattoo that's you *man is an island*
Nigga you the pig you buy the Q
Sounds scan short bro
Bump it right like tylo
Fake price buy the ice
Use it for the Tony Snow
Ball-faced liar try to call me a snitch
I did four in population with a ball-faced bitch
If it wasn't for that Bun
Niggas might not know my name no more
But every time they gave him a mic
He told them hos to let me go
Reject tripper sucking on nipple
Gripping the grain playing with cock
Pull that zipper she ain't twister
She getting money fast when it's in her mouth
Nigga you know what I'm about
You who sight it I'm gonna ride
I run the south use my highs
I tell the truth even when I lie
Atlanta is the country
Them Georgia boy's cool
It's all you out of town faggot niggas fucking up all the rules
That ain't blow that's recon
That ain't dro that's popcorn
You fucking right they coming back
Like you selling it cheap cause they stepped on, bitch
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Chamillionaire]
No reprise for the cars
I'm staying up in the foreign
Wanna wake up my neighbors
And the other cooks in the morning
If being Bun wasn't touring
I swear the game would be boring
If being fake was a felony
All y'all rappers be starring in America's Most Wanted
I missed that Pimp and that Pac
So it seems that me and Bun B
Is the realest breed you got
My paper chase getting faster
I'm even beating the clock
When it comes to G's the tick tock
Is gonna get beat to the dock
I gave birth to the hustle
So let my fetus be shown
When I pull out them baby benjamins
And I skeet on your dome
I'm secreting the dough
So don't leave your woman alone
Or I'll turn my dick to a dollar
And give your woman a loan
My presence on Texas streets
Is something that's easy to spot
I'll assassinate concrete
For the G's I'm bleeding the block
Boys'll see me on swingers
And think it's easy to plot
But I bet them boys that's behind me
They gonna be beaming up scott
Hear me out
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Bun B]
It's Bun B the king of the trill
And I'm bringing the steel
Bringing the max it bitches of fact
It's that gangsta shit I'm bringing it back
I went from slanging the crack
To slanging the tracks and slanging my skills
Since ninety-two and slanging it still
So bring who you feel bring who you feeling
Bring them around and I'ma lay them down
It's just another sound boy killing
Rude boy wanna test
Better make sure rude boy got on his vest
Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest
These monkey niggas on that monkey shit
Best to evolve or
I'm bouts to go gorilla and kill them with a revolver
So go on pimping you's a chip and I'ma blue bat
You ain't ready for the blowback
Bitch and you already knew that
So bring who you wanna bring on
I'ma go king kong
And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding dong
Standing on top of the towers the trans go beating my chest
So it's best you and your mans know
I'm an underground king
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Pimp C]
I'm an underground king for life
?In my shoes like hittin in your wife?
Tattoo that's you *man is an island*
Nigga you the pig you buy the Q
Sounds scan short bro
Bump it right like tylo
Fake price buy the ice
Use it for the Tony Snow
Ball-faced liar try to call me a snitch
I did four in population with a ball-faced bitch
If it wasn't for that Bun
Niggas might not know my name no more
But every time they gave him a mic
He told them hos to let me go
Reject tripper sucking on nipple
Gripping the grain playing with cock
Pull that zipper she ain't twister
She getting money fast when it's in her mouth
Nigga you know what I'm about
You who sight it I'm gonna ride
I run the south use my highs
I tell the truth even when I lie
Atlanta is the country
Them Georgia boy's cool
It's all you out of town faggot niggas fucking up all the rules
That ain't blow that's recon
That ain't dro that's popcorn
You fucking right they coming back
Like you selling it cheap cause they stepped on, bitch
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Chamillionaire]
No reprise for the cars
I'm staying up in the foreign
Wanna wake up my neighbors
And the other cooks in the morning
If being Bun wasn't touring
I swear the game would be boring
If being fake was a felony
All y'all rappers be starring in America's Most Wanted
I missed that Pimp and that Pac
So it seems that me and Bun B
Is the realest breed you got
My paper chase getting faster
I'm even beating the clock
When it comes to G's the tick tock
Is gonna get beat to the dock
I gave birth to the hustle
So let my fetus be shown
When I pull out them baby benjamins
And I skeet on your dome
I'm secreting the dough
So don't leave your woman alone
Or I'll turn my dick to a dollar
And give your woman a loan
My presence on Texas streets
Is something that's easy to spot
I'll assassinate concrete
For the G's I'm bleeding the block
Boys'll see me on swingers
And think it's easy to plot
But I bet them boys that's behind me
They gonna be beaming up scott
Hear me out
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
If I Die II Night Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Lyfe Jennings, Young Buck)
[Chorus 2X: Lyfe Jennings]
Ohhhh if a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggaz ride for me
Or comin up on the side of me, side of me
[Bun B]
Man I'm a real trill nigga (nigga) I been out on them blocks
With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
'til it came back up and night came back around (around)
I did a lot of shit them late nights for the dough
Robbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt
And sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirt
I ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)
I'd try to find another way instead of packin nines
Totin K's and holdin macs (macs)
But we know time ain't rollin back
and hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin jack
So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin
And a young black man can lose his life over nothin
If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin real
Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin niggaz killed on the real
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)
Or if I catch a motherfucker dippin in the back (dippin in the back)
Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blam
I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)
And I'ma represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)
Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)
Shit I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)
Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands
So my wife, and my momma and my chil'ren got cans (chil'ren got cans)
Cause once I'm gone who gon' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)
And do the same thangs for 'em that I did
Man I'd rather do a bid (bid)
At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)
Instead I'm reminiscin 'bout the past (about the past)
Nigga don't know what he got, until he passes on
So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his ass is gone
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
We trappin hard right across from the graveyard
I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job
Niggaz gettin robbed so I'm ridin with my A-R
They are, not sendin tape what I done paid for (no)
Walkin through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)
We survived but most of us die for some bullshit
Go to church but the devil's standin on the pulpit (damn)
Niggaz lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they 'bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)
Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)
A street nigga livin the street dream, I seen (for sho')
My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head
This what I said (yeah)
[Chorus]
Ohhhh if a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggaz ride for me
Or comin up on the side of me, side of me
[Bun B]
Man I'm a real trill nigga (nigga) I been out on them blocks
With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
'til it came back up and night came back around (around)
I did a lot of shit them late nights for the dough
Robbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt
And sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirt
I ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)
I'd try to find another way instead of packin nines
Totin K's and holdin macs (macs)
But we know time ain't rollin back
and hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin jack
So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin
And a young black man can lose his life over nothin
If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin real
Cause this bullshit hood shit is gettin niggaz killed on the real
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)
Or if I catch a motherfucker dippin in the back (dippin in the back)
Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blam
I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)
And I'ma represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)
Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)
Shit I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)
Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands
So my wife, and my momma and my chil'ren got cans (chil'ren got cans)
Cause once I'm gone who gon' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)
And do the same thangs for 'em that I did
Man I'd rather do a bid (bid)
At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)
Instead I'm reminiscin 'bout the past (about the past)
Nigga don't know what he got, until he passes on
So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his ass is gone
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
We trappin hard right across from the graveyard
I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job
Niggaz gettin robbed so I'm ridin with my A-R
They are, not sendin tape what I done paid for (no)
Walkin through the bricks on my Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)
We survived but most of us die for some bullshit
Go to church but the devil's standin on the pulpit (damn)
Niggaz lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they 'bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)
Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)
A street nigga livin the street dream, I seen (for sho')
My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head
This what I said (yeah)
[Chorus]
Another Soldier Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Mddl Fngz, Cobe)
[Bun B:]
Remorse
Vengeance
Lost of a loved one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my mind
Fill my heart
My emotional pain
Can you feel it?
Naw
Can you feel it?
If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta
[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (GONE)
Another goner (GONE)
In the game (GONE)
Another soldier (GONE)
In a grave (GONE)
Bendin' corners (GONE)
Finna bang (GONE)
Another soldier (LONG GONE)
In the grave (grave [x7])
[Bun B:]
We are the mighty Middle Fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die
[Mddl Fngz:]
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
Open up tha door, nigga standing like "shit"
Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit
Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss
Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.
[Bun B:]
No the choppa gon hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you gon shit
Middle fingaz, strong click
Bun B, the strong spit
Put you six feet under
Why not have a long sit
Long walk, short pier
Mane have a long flip
Got the streets on lock
And got the yola on whip
Tell momma we comin home so don't trip
[Mddl Fngz:]
If I Tee, don't worry bout me
Momma I'm a G
I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me
Tryin to run up on me
Thinkin you gon try me
Shit in a bag
Drinkin through a IV
So appreciate ya breath
While you got some left
Ya life's a bitch
They got permanent PMS
And my only fear of death is reincarnation
So it ain't shit for me to make you niggas ER patients
Another soldier in the grave
[Chorus]
[B.A.N.D.I.T:]
Two nines, four clips
Prayin that you niggas trip
Lookin for some trouble
Finna bust you niggas bubble
And I don't give a fuck about your happy meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs
So catch a square nigga
And I won't budge
Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge
I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna
SOUTHWEST got them soldiers
Some movin doja
Some movin X
But they mostly movin yola
With guns in tha holsta
We never leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya gravesite
Then get real nigga with it and go fuck ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice
[Bun B:]
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head
For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya with lead
For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it
Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back
Middle Finga, this ain't a act
This uncut coke
Don't ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya bitch-ass smoked
We go for broke
[Chorus]
Remorse
Vengeance
Lost of a loved one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my mind
Fill my heart
My emotional pain
Can you feel it?
Naw
Can you feel it?
If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta
[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (GONE)
Another goner (GONE)
In the game (GONE)
Another soldier (GONE)
In a grave (GONE)
Bendin' corners (GONE)
Finna bang (GONE)
Another soldier (LONG GONE)
In the grave (grave [x7])
[Bun B:]
We are the mighty Middle Fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die
[Mddl Fngz:]
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
Open up tha door, nigga standing like "shit"
Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit
Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss
Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.
[Bun B:]
No the choppa gon hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you gon shit
Middle fingaz, strong click
Bun B, the strong spit
Put you six feet under
Why not have a long sit
Long walk, short pier
Mane have a long flip
Got the streets on lock
And got the yola on whip
Tell momma we comin home so don't trip
[Mddl Fngz:]
If I Tee, don't worry bout me
Momma I'm a G
I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me
Tryin to run up on me
Thinkin you gon try me
Shit in a bag
Drinkin through a IV
So appreciate ya breath
While you got some left
Ya life's a bitch
They got permanent PMS
And my only fear of death is reincarnation
So it ain't shit for me to make you niggas ER patients
Another soldier in the grave
[Chorus]
[B.A.N.D.I.T:]
Two nines, four clips
Prayin that you niggas trip
Lookin for some trouble
Finna bust you niggas bubble
And I don't give a fuck about your happy meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs
So catch a square nigga
And I won't budge
Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge
I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna
SOUTHWEST got them soldiers
Some movin doja
Some movin X
But they mostly movin yola
With guns in tha holsta
We never leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya gravesite
Then get real nigga with it and go fuck ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice
[Bun B:]
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head
For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya with lead
For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it
Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back
Middle Finga, this ain't a act
This uncut coke
Don't ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya bitch-ass smoked
We go for broke
[Chorus]
If It Was Up II Me Lyrics – Bun-B
I hear we livin in the last days it's revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end
everyday it's a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita
minds keep collapsing wit tha fires and mud slides I'm like what's happnin?
Got the kids in the school getting raped and molested Underfunded under protected no wonder they tested
in the lowest damn percentage rate
and my city damn near the lowest in the state you can equate that to the state funds that aint breakin down right rich districts get more and poor ones get less and that jus don't sound right
so im finna pound right on the doors of my city hall
and kick them hos down
they killin' my city yall we need to get my people back to where they should be
and since nobody else gon do it it's gon have to be me
First of all the projects is fucked up and it ain't jus with the drugs we got more problems than the dealers and thugs.
They usein lead base paint and asbestos is killin us we tell them to fix it up but jus aint feelin us.
They'd rather kick us out and tear it down to the ground, so they can put up a parking lot a mall or some condos.
Condemn the whole place cuz a few sell crack shit the rest aint do nothing wrong
what the fucks up with that? They say that one rotten apple can spoil the whole bunch
but we talkin bout some people not apples this aint lunch. Make me wanna punch a politician dead in his face.
You say you represent my district, get yo ass on the case.
"Development is good for the hood," yea that's what you tellin us but bitch you on the payroll of the builders and developers.
Fuck what you seellin us pipe dreams fa suckers, you can take that round the corner to them other motherfuckers
So much youth they sacrifice just to live in paradise play they tricks and tell they lies (I know)
it's said to see how they treat the poor have so much and still want more I see my people every day on the floor
It's time to educate the people mayne free school and college so everybody cross the board can get the same knowledge.
Education leads to jobs and jobs kill poverty and no more poverty means we makein money obviously.
Everybody gettin money, everybody smilin. Motherfucker's aint eatin them motherfuckersf wildin.
Matter fact speakin of eatin lets feed the homeless in America let these other folks handle they own shit.
How imma clean your house and mine still dirty? How imam feed yo kids while mine sit thirsty?
And speakin of the kids we need to spend more time wit em. Can't turn them loose in the streets cuz they dyin in em.
And all this naked head sex man you trippin fuck love im lovein life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin.
You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me
everyday it's a storm or a flood or tsunami this shit aint the norm we got Katrina and Rita
minds keep collapsing wit tha fires and mud slides I'm like what's happnin?
Got the kids in the school getting raped and molested Underfunded under protected no wonder they tested
in the lowest damn percentage rate
and my city damn near the lowest in the state you can equate that to the state funds that aint breakin down right rich districts get more and poor ones get less and that jus don't sound right
so im finna pound right on the doors of my city hall
and kick them hos down
they killin' my city yall we need to get my people back to where they should be
and since nobody else gon do it it's gon have to be me
First of all the projects is fucked up and it ain't jus with the drugs we got more problems than the dealers and thugs.
They usein lead base paint and asbestos is killin us we tell them to fix it up but jus aint feelin us.
They'd rather kick us out and tear it down to the ground, so they can put up a parking lot a mall or some condos.
Condemn the whole place cuz a few sell crack shit the rest aint do nothing wrong
what the fucks up with that? They say that one rotten apple can spoil the whole bunch
but we talkin bout some people not apples this aint lunch. Make me wanna punch a politician dead in his face.
You say you represent my district, get yo ass on the case.
"Development is good for the hood," yea that's what you tellin us but bitch you on the payroll of the builders and developers.
Fuck what you seellin us pipe dreams fa suckers, you can take that round the corner to them other motherfuckers
So much youth they sacrifice just to live in paradise play they tricks and tell they lies (I know)
it's said to see how they treat the poor have so much and still want more I see my people every day on the floor
It's time to educate the people mayne free school and college so everybody cross the board can get the same knowledge.
Education leads to jobs and jobs kill poverty and no more poverty means we makein money obviously.
Everybody gettin money, everybody smilin. Motherfucker's aint eatin them motherfuckersf wildin.
Matter fact speakin of eatin lets feed the homeless in America let these other folks handle they own shit.
How imma clean your house and mine still dirty? How imam feed yo kids while mine sit thirsty?
And speakin of the kids we need to spend more time wit em. Can't turn them loose in the streets cuz they dyin in em.
And all this naked head sex man you trippin fuck love im lovein life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin.
You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me
Trill Talk Lyrics – Bun-B
Yo, this song right here
Dedicated to the best that ever did it, my little brother
Just so the whole world know
Man I love you, I miss you, I can't wait to see you again man
I know you watchin over me from above man
For real, got a real angel lookin out
Dedicated to the best that ever did it, my little brother
Just so the whole world know
Man I love you, I miss you, I can't wait to see you again man
I know you watchin over me from above man
For real, got a real angel lookin out
Angel In The Sky Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Razah)
[Chorus: Razah]
There's an angel in the sky watchin over me
Watchin over me yeahhhh, ooh-ooh-oooooh
There's an angel in the sky watchin over me
Watchin over me yeahhhh, ooh-ooh-oooooh
[Bun B]
They say it's always darkest before the dawn (before the dawn)
And that you don't know what you got until it's gone (until it's gone)
I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong
And that's why I gots to write this song, now c'mon (now c'mon)
Say man I thought it would of been a long time for us (time for us)
And many more years on the grind for us (grind for us)
I thought the future held a lot for us both and it was brighter
We were super tight but finna be super tighter (super tighter)
I guess I just assumed we had more time
For us to make more music (music) and write more rhymes (rhymes)
But never in my life could I ever have seen
that I would ever have to lose the other half of my team (for real)
You take away the glitter, the gold and the gleam
Say man I wonder to myself what does it all really mean
Nothin without the people you love
Say man I miss my brother, but I know he's lookin down from above
And there's an angel
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
It all began on Shreveport Ave., sittin off in the den
Makin beats and puttin paper to pen
We was determined to win, and you couldn't tell us different
Mama West was cool with it but Monroe kept trippin (he kept trippin)
It seems just like yesterday sometimes
Sittin in ya bedroom (huh) writin dumb rhymes (man)
You makin beats on the insonic (sonic)
And we was smokin dirt weed cause it wasn't no chronic (wasn't no chronic)
I still remember when we started the crew
It was me, Mitchell, Queen, Jamal, Jackson and you
Started out as 4BM but then we ended with two
That's when we introduced the world to the U
to the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd
Pimp C and Bun B, we kept it G, say word (say word)
Who woulda known back in '92
In 2008 I'd have to write a song sayin I miss you but it's true
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Just for the record let me go ahead and say
I love my brother Pimp C and man I miss him every day
Yeah my heart still hurts (hurts) and the pain's still fresh (fresh)
But I'ma put God first, to keep that pressure off my chest
And remind me that I'm blessed to have had him, as a friend (friend)
A ride or die homie that was with me 'til the end ('til the end)
Real talk, man we was closer than kin
And I know, that I'll never have a partner like that again (like that again)
So Chad Butler I just want you to know
I keep ya memory close, I'm never lettin it go (lettin it go)
And they gon' always remember that you was here mayne (mayne)
Cause I'ma make 'em remember, that's why I'm here mayne (mayne)
Yeah it's still hard (hard) and I still cry (cry)
But you and God keep me strong so I'ma still try (try)
Reppin this UGK now won't I (huh)
Cause through your music you live forever so Trill (Trill) don't die
[Razah]
I know your watchin over me
Last night I saw you in my dream
At the crossroads I'll see you there
At the crossroads, I'll see you there
My friend, my brother 'til the end
Can't wait to see you again
Save a place in heaven for me
Save a place in heaven for me
[Chorus]
There's an angel in the sky watchin over me
Watchin over me yeahhhh, ooh-ooh-oooooh
There's an angel in the sky watchin over me
Watchin over me yeahhhh, ooh-ooh-oooooh
[Bun B]
They say it's always darkest before the dawn (before the dawn)
And that you don't know what you got until it's gone (until it's gone)
I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong
And that's why I gots to write this song, now c'mon (now c'mon)
Say man I thought it would of been a long time for us (time for us)
And many more years on the grind for us (grind for us)
I thought the future held a lot for us both and it was brighter
We were super tight but finna be super tighter (super tighter)
I guess I just assumed we had more time
For us to make more music (music) and write more rhymes (rhymes)
But never in my life could I ever have seen
that I would ever have to lose the other half of my team (for real)
You take away the glitter, the gold and the gleam
Say man I wonder to myself what does it all really mean
Nothin without the people you love
Say man I miss my brother, but I know he's lookin down from above
And there's an angel
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
It all began on Shreveport Ave., sittin off in the den
Makin beats and puttin paper to pen
We was determined to win, and you couldn't tell us different
Mama West was cool with it but Monroe kept trippin (he kept trippin)
It seems just like yesterday sometimes
Sittin in ya bedroom (huh) writin dumb rhymes (man)
You makin beats on the insonic (sonic)
And we was smokin dirt weed cause it wasn't no chronic (wasn't no chronic)
I still remember when we started the crew
It was me, Mitchell, Queen, Jamal, Jackson and you
Started out as 4BM but then we ended with two
That's when we introduced the world to the U
to the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd
Pimp C and Bun B, we kept it G, say word (say word)
Who woulda known back in '92
In 2008 I'd have to write a song sayin I miss you but it's true
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Just for the record let me go ahead and say
I love my brother Pimp C and man I miss him every day
Yeah my heart still hurts (hurts) and the pain's still fresh (fresh)
But I'ma put God first, to keep that pressure off my chest
And remind me that I'm blessed to have had him, as a friend (friend)
A ride or die homie that was with me 'til the end ('til the end)
Real talk, man we was closer than kin
And I know, that I'll never have a partner like that again (like that again)
So Chad Butler I just want you to know
I keep ya memory close, I'm never lettin it go (lettin it go)
And they gon' always remember that you was here mayne (mayne)
Cause I'ma make 'em remember, that's why I'm here mayne (mayne)
Yeah it's still hard (hard) and I still cry (cry)
But you and God keep me strong so I'ma still try (try)
Reppin this UGK now won't I (huh)
Cause through your music you live forever so Trill (Trill) don't die
[Razah]
I know your watchin over me
Last night I saw you in my dream
At the crossroads I'll see you there
At the crossroads, I'll see you there
My friend, my brother 'til the end
Can't wait to see you again
Save a place in heaven for me
Save a place in heaven for me
[Chorus]
II Trill Talk Lyrics – Bun-B
We all love you
We miss you
Chadler Mon Butler
The best that ever did it
Still UGK for life!
We miss you
Chadler Mon Butler
The best that ever did it
Still UGK for life!
Keep It 100 Lyrics – Bun-B
[Hook]
"Keep it 100" All day and all night
Nigga, any time you see me I'ma keep it super tight
I'm an Underground King reppin UGK
Don't give a damn what a motherfucker say, I'ma keep it...
"Keep it 100" All night and all day
Nigga, any time you see me mayne I'm reppin PA
This is UGK for life, long live Pimp C
And I'ma never let a nigga pimp me, I'ma keep it...
"Keep it 100"
[Verse 1]
Cause it's all that I've ever known
All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown
Get your shit together clone, build a better prototype
You lookin like a mop (mop), and I'm lookin for a flo' to wipe
I heard your album mayne if that's what you call it
Another gangster fairytale and for that shit we ain't fallin
All you're talkin bout it is slangin, bangin, bussin and ballin
But I ain't seen yo scary ass at All Star in New Orleans (All Star at New Orleans nigga)
I'm tired mayne this shit is gettin older than Moses
Pussy niggas always poutin with poses
But mayne all it really shows is how hard you ain't
A nigga bust yo ass in the mouth, you probably faint
Not from the power of the punch but the shock (but the shock)
Cause you a coward and niggas gon' devour your lunch
A bunch of niggas done tried (tried) but ain't too many done it like me
It's Bun B'der, a G, and I'ma keep it 100
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Cause that's exactly what the trill do
Ain't nobody tellin me what I won't or I will do
If I don't feel you, you lucky that I don't kill you
Leave you leakin till you moult in your meal dude, for real dude
I got the skill to, don't make me have to show it
Cause it'll be over before you know it
You get one shot and I suggest you don't blow it
If I do it, I overdo it, reap that you gon' sew it (you reap that you gon' sew it)
I'm a revolutionary black fister
You fuckin with fire, fuck around and get a blister
I fuck with a father, then fuck around and hit a sister
Underground King motherfucker, call me Mister (Mister what?)
Kilogram, Mister Woodgrain, Mister Brick (brick)
And unless you the misses, get of the mister dick (dick)
Cause this the shit that have these motherfuckers runnin for the hills
From the King of the Trill, cause I keep it 100
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Cause nowadays motherfuckers lie (lie)
Some to your face, some can't even look you in the eye (eye)
Some in this place, some just left and some is comin by (by)
A little later (later) probably a little hater (hater)
And they gon' still debate us (bate us) try to prove they the greatest
And they still gon' be wronger than fuck, so holler later
I'm leavin, I'm not a waiter (waiter), but I'll end up servin you
They try to step up to the likes of me, why the nerve of you (the nerve of you)
Well I never and I do declare
I'm bout to fuck the game up so it's best you prepare (best you prepare)
Put on your fear cause I finna be spittin (finna be spittin)
That hot fire so you better bring mittens (better bring mittens)
Cause youse a pussy and yo partner is kittens
I do him and when I'm done he'll be like no he didn't
Get your toilet paper nigga cause I finna be shittin
Diuretic on haters with no quitin and I'ma keep it 100
[Hook]
"Keep it 100" All day and all night
Nigga, any time you see me I'ma keep it super tight
I'm an Underground King reppin UGK
Don't give a damn what a motherfucker say, I'ma keep it...
"Keep it 100" All night and all day
Nigga, any time you see me mayne I'm reppin PA
This is UGK for life, long live Pimp C
And I'ma never let a nigga pimp me, I'ma keep it...
"Keep it 100"
[Verse 1]
Cause it's all that I've ever known
All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown
Get your shit together clone, build a better prototype
You lookin like a mop (mop), and I'm lookin for a flo' to wipe
I heard your album mayne if that's what you call it
Another gangster fairytale and for that shit we ain't fallin
All you're talkin bout it is slangin, bangin, bussin and ballin
But I ain't seen yo scary ass at All Star in New Orleans (All Star at New Orleans nigga)
I'm tired mayne this shit is gettin older than Moses
Pussy niggas always poutin with poses
But mayne all it really shows is how hard you ain't
A nigga bust yo ass in the mouth, you probably faint
Not from the power of the punch but the shock (but the shock)
Cause you a coward and niggas gon' devour your lunch
A bunch of niggas done tried (tried) but ain't too many done it like me
It's Bun B'der, a G, and I'ma keep it 100
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Cause that's exactly what the trill do
Ain't nobody tellin me what I won't or I will do
If I don't feel you, you lucky that I don't kill you
Leave you leakin till you moult in your meal dude, for real dude
I got the skill to, don't make me have to show it
Cause it'll be over before you know it
You get one shot and I suggest you don't blow it
If I do it, I overdo it, reap that you gon' sew it (you reap that you gon' sew it)
I'm a revolutionary black fister
You fuckin with fire, fuck around and get a blister
I fuck with a father, then fuck around and hit a sister
Underground King motherfucker, call me Mister (Mister what?)
Kilogram, Mister Woodgrain, Mister Brick (brick)
And unless you the misses, get of the mister dick (dick)
Cause this the shit that have these motherfuckers runnin for the hills
From the King of the Trill, cause I keep it 100
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Cause nowadays motherfuckers lie (lie)
Some to your face, some can't even look you in the eye (eye)
Some in this place, some just left and some is comin by (by)
A little later (later) probably a little hater (hater)
And they gon' still debate us (bate us) try to prove they the greatest
And they still gon' be wronger than fuck, so holler later
I'm leavin, I'm not a waiter (waiter), but I'll end up servin you
They try to step up to the likes of me, why the nerve of you (the nerve of you)
Well I never and I do declare
I'm bout to fuck the game up so it's best you prepare (best you prepare)
Put on your fear cause I finna be spittin (finna be spittin)
That hot fire so you better bring mittens (better bring mittens)
Cause youse a pussy and yo partner is kittens
I do him and when I'm done he'll be like no he didn't
Get your toilet paper nigga cause I finna be shittin
Diuretic on haters with no quitin and I'ma keep it 100
[Hook]
City Of The Swang Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Mike Jones, Slim Thug)
[X2 - second time screwed]
[Bun B:] City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
[Slim Thug:] City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
[Bun B:] City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
[Mike Jones:] Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
[Bun B]
I'm from the city of the swangs, mayne the land of the stains
This is Candy Paint County (county), I'm known as the game
Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip)
The trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped
This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you hoes best not come down here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on some country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till that hammer spit and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So watch your manners cause we packin them bananas
For you boys actin monkey - we can go and make it funky
From the 5th ward, 4th ward, acres to the tray
Southside to the West, all the way to BA (hey)
The sixteen slidin, fifty-nine flippin (flippin)
Forty-five flossin and nineteen tippin in the
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane
[Screwed]
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane
[Mike Jones talking over screwed section]
Aaaaaaay
Corey Mo you a fool for this one homie
OG Bun, I see ya baby
[Mike Jones]
I'm the city of the candy paint, city of the swang
Ice Age and team, yeah we run the game
I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood grain I'm grippin
I'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring glistenin
And on my H-Town set, all my cars I wet
Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em give us our respect
Can't forget about Chamillionaire, my boy Lil' Flip
It you hatin on H-Town, (Motherfucker eat a dick)
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors
Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors
Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right
If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right
I'm from the city of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
[Screwed]
I'm from the city of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane, turnin lane
[Slim Thug]
{Slim Thugger motherfucker!}
I'm from the city of the swang, grain grippers and the sippers
Candy slab flippers choppin boys like clippers
Gotta represent my town so I'm ridin top down (top down)
With the trunk in the air showin off my surround
H-Town niggas roll hard on the board
I be up in your hood and drive all in your yard (what?)
Blue boy boss still reppin that Texas (Texas)
Ain't shit changed, badge still on my necklace (I know you see it)
You know Thugger, I'ma spit the game how it go (yeah)
I'm on the stairs swangin slow with the music low (yeah)
Them makers on the greens point back to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you already know (you already know)
South West, no Thugger ain't got plexed (what's up West?)
It's H-Town till they put me to rest
I'm from the city of the swang (swang), pop trunk and bang (bang)
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane mayne
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane
[Screwed]
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane
[Bun B:] City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
[Slim Thug:] City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
[Bun B:] City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
[Mike Jones:] Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
[Bun B]
I'm from the city of the swangs, mayne the land of the stains
This is Candy Paint County (county), I'm known as the game
Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip)
The trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped
You come down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip
Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped
This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans
And the strobes so you hoes best not come down here flexin (down here flexin)
Boys think we on some country Alabama shit (bama shit)
Till that hammer spit and you or your man are hit (hold up)
So watch your manners cause we packin them bananas
For you boys actin monkey - we can go and make it funky
From the 5th ward, 4th ward, acres to the tray
Southside to the West, all the way to BA (hey)
The sixteen slidin, fifty-nine flippin (flippin)
Forty-five flossin and nineteen tippin in the
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane
[Screwed]
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane
[Mike Jones talking over screwed section]
Aaaaaaay
Corey Mo you a fool for this one homie
OG Bun, I see ya baby
[Mike Jones]
I'm the city of the candy paint, city of the swang
Ice Age and team, yeah we run the game
I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood grain I'm grippin
I'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring glistenin
And on my H-Town set, all my cars I wet
Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em give us our respect
Can't forget about Chamillionaire, my boy Lil' Flip
It you hatin on H-Town, (Motherfucker eat a dick)
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors
Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors
Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right
If you ever in my city chillin on a Sunday night
Come to club Ice Age and Mike Jones will have you right
I'm from the city of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane
[Screwed]
I'm from the city of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin you in the turnin lane, turnin lane
[Slim Thug]
{Slim Thugger motherfucker!}
I'm from the city of the swang, grain grippers and the sippers
Candy slab flippers choppin boys like clippers
Gotta represent my town so I'm ridin top down (top down)
With the trunk in the air showin off my surround
H-Town niggas roll hard on the board
I be up in your hood and drive all in your yard (what?)
Blue boy boss still reppin that Texas (Texas)
Ain't shit changed, badge still on my necklace (I know you see it)
You know Thugger, I'ma spit the game how it go (yeah)
I'm on the stairs swangin slow with the music low (yeah)
Them makers on the greens point back to the fo' (what's up)
5th Ward got my back, you already know (you already know)
South West, no Thugger ain't got plexed (what's up West?)
It's H-Town till they put me to rest
I'm from the city of the swang (swang), pop trunk and bang (bang)
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane mayne
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, lane
[Screwed]
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang, bang
City of the swang, swang
Pop your trunk and bang
City, city, swang, swang
Pop your, pop your trunk and bang, bang
Don't let me catch you slippin when you in the turnin lane, turnin lane
Some Hoes Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Bulletproof, Chino XL, Killer Mike)
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV
What do I see? Some pussy ass niggas starin at me
They got some big ass chains on with big ass rocks
A couple niggas standin behind em throwin up blocks
They claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock
And they don't take no disrespect and keep their heats on cock
And if they punch you in your face then some teeth gon drop
Man I don't know where the fuck y'all thinkin that we from at
But you niggas is keystone cops, laurel and hearted
Little rascals tryna be big, just gon fuck up the party
Thinkin that cause you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys)
That y'all is bout to take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?)
You goin broke tryna slang that crack
And you only gon fight a nigga that ain't gon fight back
And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props
You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops, c'mon
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 2: Bulletproof]
{What it do? Teflon!}
Say Bun what's wrong wit em? They must be full of that when they hit it
A sucker wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from street po, I know how to dish a clip at you
Wouldn't you? Break wit em, a webster's permission slip
Pimp said it best, these niggas transcript writers
Pathological liars, sad suckers, dick biters
It's Teflon biatch, knock you out them Reeboks
A cocaine key, but he only flipped three blocks
Blow your brain all over the ceiling like sheet rock
I bet he get to ya, take a fader to a T top
We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe
Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo
And next show, you hoe ass niggas squarin some rocks
Get some money, move out the hood but don't take care of your block?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
These niggas is hoes on King's life, Chino is livin it
Jesus Christ is sewing me for copy write infringement
Ignorant bully belligerent, tearin out ya ligaments
So I deserve a certificate for thinkin up this killer shit
Arrogant, I'm like a Pharaoh standin on a pyramid
UGK tat on my heart, hopin Bun's enemies hearin this
Y'all ain't sellin nothin right (serious)
The only bricks y'all ever seen was your record sales and when you pass a construction site
These rhymes that I write, if you could bring em to life
They could go in a cage and fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with Pimp C and Big Pun
This is Latin history in the making for trill title takings
Like taking the love of Bob Marley from a Jamaican
Y'all faking but for Bun B we will ride until our heart stops
The success make me smile like TV Tego and Bankrock
I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain
Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Think you get it with Killer then sucker have a dick
I'ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic
Damn tragic how I got your momma shot before her damn casket
I ain't talkin head bussin, I'm just talking rap battlin
See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it
What you think the metal for? I hope you pussy niggas get the point
I don't care who point it out when my laser on a point
Rest in peace to Pimp C cause that nigga had a point
Point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too
Point 2, niggas greedy and they never feed their crew
Point 3, niggas cower to these crackers like some hoes
But always talkin bout what they-a do after their shows
Point 4, just some shit I gotta get offa my chest
I ain't scared to battle him but he say that he the best
Got a question for my trill ass Gs around the way
How you let these fuck boys make it cool to be gay?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV
What do I see? Some pussy ass niggas starin at me
They got some big ass chains on with big ass rocks
A couple niggas standin behind em throwin up blocks
They claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock
And they don't take no disrespect and keep their heats on cock
And if they punch you in your face then some teeth gon drop
Man I don't know where the fuck y'all thinkin that we from at
But you niggas is keystone cops, laurel and hearted
Little rascals tryna be big, just gon fuck up the party
Thinkin that cause you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys)
That y'all is bout to take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?)
You goin broke tryna slang that crack
And you only gon fight a nigga that ain't gon fight back
And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props
You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops, c'mon
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 2: Bulletproof]
{What it do? Teflon!}
Say Bun what's wrong wit em? They must be full of that when they hit it
A sucker wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from street po, I know how to dish a clip at you
Wouldn't you? Break wit em, a webster's permission slip
Pimp said it best, these niggas transcript writers
Pathological liars, sad suckers, dick biters
It's Teflon biatch, knock you out them Reeboks
A cocaine key, but he only flipped three blocks
Blow your brain all over the ceiling like sheet rock
I bet he get to ya, take a fader to a T top
We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe
Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo
And next show, you hoe ass niggas squarin some rocks
Get some money, move out the hood but don't take care of your block?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
These niggas is hoes on King's life, Chino is livin it
Jesus Christ is sewing me for copy write infringement
Ignorant bully belligerent, tearin out ya ligaments
So I deserve a certificate for thinkin up this killer shit
Arrogant, I'm like a Pharaoh standin on a pyramid
UGK tat on my heart, hopin Bun's enemies hearin this
Y'all ain't sellin nothin right (serious)
The only bricks y'all ever seen was your record sales and when you pass a construction site
These rhymes that I write, if you could bring em to life
They could go in a cage and fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with Pimp C and Big Pun
This is Latin history in the making for trill title takings
Like taking the love of Bob Marley from a Jamaican
Y'all faking but for Bun B we will ride until our heart stops
The success make me smile like TV Tego and Bankrock
I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain
Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Think you get it with Killer then sucker have a dick
I'ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic
Damn tragic how I got your momma shot before her damn casket
I ain't talkin head bussin, I'm just talking rap battlin
See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it
What you think the metal for? I hope you pussy niggas get the point
I don't care who point it out when my laser on a point
Rest in peace to Pimp C cause that nigga had a point
Point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too
Point 2, niggas greedy and they never feed their crew
Point 3, niggas cower to these crackers like some hoes
But always talkin bout what they-a do after their shows
Point 4, just some shit I gotta get offa my chest
I ain't scared to battle him but he say that he the best
Got a question for my trill ass Gs around the way
How you let these fuck boys make it cool to be gay?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
The Inauguration Lyrics – Bun-B
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America, We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The
Beginning Of A New Era. And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
[Jay Prince]
Ahh yeaaah.
Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again.
With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South.
Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands
of the innocent.
[Bun B]
It's been a long time comin' but it finally came, for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin' shot at the game. I
put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put, and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker
than soot. I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me, head ? in the ghetto, mayn you know where
to find me. The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear, from this moment I run the South, and
everything down here. That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks, whether it's rappin' or work, I
got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel
'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds, 'cause it's a White House
of cards, and it's filled with broads. We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause
what happened in New Orleans should never happen again. They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about
nothing, for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'. I'ma instegate a change from the mutha
fuckin' top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop. So I'm here to make a stand, and
take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin' back. It's a new king on the throne, and
his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that?
Hail to the chief..
Beginning Of A New Era. And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
[Jay Prince]
Ahh yeaaah.
Rap-a-lot back in the house, once again.
With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South.
Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands
of the innocent.
[Bun B]
It's been a long time comin' but it finally came, for Bun B to get his mutha fuckin' shot at the game. I
put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put, and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker
than soot. I got the Hood behind me, the Streets co-signed me, head ? in the ghetto, mayn you know where
to find me. The mission is laid out, and the vision is clear, from this moment I run the South, and
everything down here. That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks, whether it's rappin' or work, I
got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel
'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds, 'cause it's a White House
of cards, and it's filled with broads. We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in, cause
what happened in New Orleans should never happen again. They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about
nothing, for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'. I'ma instegate a change from the mutha
fuckin' top, 'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop. So I'm here to make a stand, and
take up the slack, Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha fuckin' back. It's a new king on the throne, and
his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that?
Hail to the chief..
Bun Lyrics – Bun-B
Co-co-co-come n do it, Bun [4x]
[FIRST VERSE]
(Bun)
Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun)
Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun)
Strapped wit them glocks and U know (Bun)
Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun)
They bout the bullshit cuz (Bun)
Nobody's issue so (Bun)
Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun)
They fin to miss U, see cuz (Bun)
Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun)
Fresh out the cuts (Bun)
Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun)
Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun)
Paintin a real picture (Bun)
They wit that speakin cuz (Bun)
So get to poppin off and (Bun)
Gon leave U leakin if its (Bun)
U know it's certified (Bun)
They with them games cuz (Bun)
We whoopin ass then (Bun)
We takin names U see (Bun)
Jump on a Benz is it (Bun)
Jump on a Lac shit (Bun)
Jump on what U wanna (Bun)
Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun)
Man U gon see ya paper (Bun)
About his cash cuz (Bun)
Gon get his grind on it (Bun)
He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun B be, King of the Unda-unda-undaground
U can't fuck wit that
[SECOND VERSE]
(Bun)
I'm an O to the G (Bun)
From U-G to the K (Bun)
The middle fingaz up (Bun)
I be reppin the P.A. (Bun)
A dirty south nigga (Bun)
One of them Texas boyz (Bun)
We grippin grain and U see (Bun)
Drippin this Texas toys (Bun)
He be drippin his paint (Bun)
He be poppin his trunk (Bun)
He be swangin his ladies (Bun)
He make boppers get crunk (Bun)
Gon get his lean on so (Bun)
Gon crack a seal and (Bun)
Be sittin sidewayz cuz (Bun)
Jump off the bill U see (Bun)
Rollin on 22's (Bun)
Got 24's too (Bun)
Ride when he want to cuz (Bun)
Do what he s'pose to and (Bun)
About his clique, nigga (Bun)
Ain't bout a bitch cuz (Bun)
Known as the only way that (Bun)
We stayin rich, nigga (Bun)
Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun)
Gon put two in his dome (Bun)
We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun)
We bout sittin at home (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
[THIRD VERSE]
(Bun)
We spittin raw, nigga (Bun)
We spittin fire, nigga (Bun)
We duckin the feds cuz (Bun)
?? wire, nigga (Bun)
Buddies are workin (Bun)
Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun)
So speak from the heart cuz (Bun)
It's not a lie, nigga (Bun)
Rep for the Eastside and (Bun)
Rep for the West but (Bun)
Don't stand for foolishness cuz (Bun)
Put it to rest, nigga (Bun)
We got the medicine cuz (Bun)
Know that U sick and (Bun)
T.P.P. on the bitch cuz (Bun)
Know he the shit, nigga (Bun)
We get gangsta wit it (Bun)
They put them hands on U (Bun)
They put U on your back and (Bun)
Fuckin stand on U (Bun)
They'll call the man on U (Bun)
He's not a hater cuz (Bun)
Just like a Big Tymer (Bun)
A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun)
A big rim ridah (Bun)
A big body swanger (Bun)
A big slab glidah (Bun)
An 84 clanga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun [20x]
[FIRST VERSE]
(Bun)
Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun)
Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun)
Strapped wit them glocks and U know (Bun)
Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun)
They bout the bullshit cuz (Bun)
Nobody's issue so (Bun)
Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun)
They fin to miss U, see cuz (Bun)
Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun)
Fresh out the cuts (Bun)
Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun)
Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun)
Paintin a real picture (Bun)
They wit that speakin cuz (Bun)
So get to poppin off and (Bun)
Gon leave U leakin if its (Bun)
U know it's certified (Bun)
They with them games cuz (Bun)
We whoopin ass then (Bun)
We takin names U see (Bun)
Jump on a Benz is it (Bun)
Jump on a Lac shit (Bun)
Jump on what U wanna (Bun)
Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun)
Man U gon see ya paper (Bun)
About his cash cuz (Bun)
Gon get his grind on it (Bun)
He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun B be, King of the Unda-unda-undaground
U can't fuck wit that
[SECOND VERSE]
(Bun)
I'm an O to the G (Bun)
From U-G to the K (Bun)
The middle fingaz up (Bun)
I be reppin the P.A. (Bun)
A dirty south nigga (Bun)
One of them Texas boyz (Bun)
We grippin grain and U see (Bun)
Drippin this Texas toys (Bun)
He be drippin his paint (Bun)
He be poppin his trunk (Bun)
He be swangin his ladies (Bun)
He make boppers get crunk (Bun)
Gon get his lean on so (Bun)
Gon crack a seal and (Bun)
Be sittin sidewayz cuz (Bun)
Jump off the bill U see (Bun)
Rollin on 22's (Bun)
Got 24's too (Bun)
Ride when he want to cuz (Bun)
Do what he s'pose to and (Bun)
About his clique, nigga (Bun)
Ain't bout a bitch cuz (Bun)
Known as the only way that (Bun)
We stayin rich, nigga (Bun)
Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun)
Gon put two in his dome (Bun)
We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun)
We bout sittin at home (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
[THIRD VERSE]
(Bun)
We spittin raw, nigga (Bun)
We spittin fire, nigga (Bun)
We duckin the feds cuz (Bun)
?? wire, nigga (Bun)
Buddies are workin (Bun)
Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun)
So speak from the heart cuz (Bun)
It's not a lie, nigga (Bun)
Rep for the Eastside and (Bun)
Rep for the West but (Bun)
Don't stand for foolishness cuz (Bun)
Put it to rest, nigga (Bun)
We got the medicine cuz (Bun)
Know that U sick and (Bun)
T.P.P. on the bitch cuz (Bun)
Know he the shit, nigga (Bun)
We get gangsta wit it (Bun)
They put them hands on U (Bun)
They put U on your back and (Bun)
Fuckin stand on U (Bun)
They'll call the man on U (Bun)
He's not a hater cuz (Bun)
Just like a Big Tymer (Bun)
A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun)
A big rim ridah (Bun)
A big body swanger (Bun)
A big slab glidah (Bun)
An 84 clanga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun [20x]
Get Throwed Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z, Z-Ro)
[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Young Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha
So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Bun B]
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Young Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn - we only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha
So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Draped Up Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Lil' Keke)
[Intro - Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve
Bun...
[Chorus - Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
[Bun B]
Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn
And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple
Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle
Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck
I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away
Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away
Pull up on your side in the turning lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn
Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Bun B]
Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint
Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't
It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made
All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid
They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard
Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
With iced out watches, bracelets, chains
Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game
We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling
On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punk
We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw)
We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Bun B]
One time for my trill niggaz reppin the block
The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it
We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real
No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill
Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready
I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady
I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp
And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp
I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block
And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back
Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass
Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve
Bun...
[Chorus - Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
[Bun B]
Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn
And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple
Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle
Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck
I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away
Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away
Pull up on your side in the turning lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn
Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Bun B]
Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint
Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't
It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made
All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid
They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard
Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
With iced out watches, bracelets, chains
Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game
We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling
On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punk
We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw)
We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Bun B]
One time for my trill niggaz reppin the block
The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it
We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real
No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill
Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready
I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady
I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp
And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp
I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block
And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back
Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass
Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...)
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
I'm Fresh Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Talking]
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies
It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh
Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay
[Bun B]
Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip
Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'
You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy
And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)
Everytime, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe
I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe
[Bun B]
Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'
In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul
My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop
Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop
Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon ball
And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang
That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang
And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green
I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real
Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill
[Hook - 2x]
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies
It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh
Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay
[Bun B]
Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip
Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'
You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy
And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)
Everytime, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe
I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe
[Bun B]
Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'
In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul
My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop
Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop
Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon ball
And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang
That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang
And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green
I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real
Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill
[Hook - 2x]
Trill Recognize Trill Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Ludacris)
[Intro: Ludacris]
I still [7X]
Tote steel
I still tote steel [2X]
I still, ha
[Chorus: Ludacris + (Bun B)]
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
[Bun B]
Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there
See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel
Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold
The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin
Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin
I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We coming for money and your motherfucking respect
We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's
Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us
You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya
Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen
So not everyones associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it
[Chorus]
I still [7X]
Tote steel
I still tote steel [2X]
I still, ha
[Chorus: Ludacris + (Bun B)]
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill
(All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit)
[Bun B]
Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard
We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there
See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself
Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel
Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold
The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin
Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin
I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We coming for money and your motherfucking respect
We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's
Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us
You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya
Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen
So not everyones associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it
[Chorus]
Pushin' Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Scarface, Young Jeezy)
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample]
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface]
I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy]
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma:
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they: (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they already:
Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
[Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade]
Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample]
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B]
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface]
I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy]
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma:
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they: (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they already:
Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
[Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade]
I'm Ballin Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Jazze Pha)
[Intro]
Oooooohweeee
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen
[Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x]
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
[Bun B]
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I got the money and the power
I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll
Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending
I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending
[Hook - 2x]
[Bun B]
Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques
I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks
Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
We all walking out of this mall, with big bags
And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good
We bout getting this money, like some real G's should
And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You can't be like Bun B, so why try to
Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do
[Hook - 2x]
[Bun B]
Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
It's already understood, that we buying out the bar
It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it
Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em
So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop em
Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head
We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread
We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king
[Hook - 2x]
Oooooohweeee
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen
[Hook: Jazze Pha - 2x]
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
[Bun B]
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I got the money and the power
I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll
Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending
I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending
[Hook - 2x]
[Bun B]
Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques
I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks
Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
We all walking out of this mall, with big bags
And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good
We bout getting this money, like some real G's should
And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You can't be like Bun B, so why try to
Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do
[Hook - 2x]
[Bun B]
Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
It's already understood, that we buying out the bar
It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it
Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em
So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop em
Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head
We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread
We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king
[Hook - 2x]
What I Represent Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...
[Bun B]
Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three-time fellas that be facing some time
For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage
A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set
And when the work comes easy
And when the game ain't ready
They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags
Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true
[Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)]
I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns
I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...)
I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank
I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...)
[Bun B]
Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools
Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others
I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets
Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case
It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind
It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit
Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground
[Hook - Repeat 2X]
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...
[Bun B]
Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three-time fellas that be facing some time
For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage
A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set
And when the work comes easy
And when the game ain't ready
They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags
Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true
[Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)]
I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns
I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...)
I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank
I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...)
[Bun B]
Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools
Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others
I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets
Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case
It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind
It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit
Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground
[Hook - Repeat 2X]
The Story Lyrics – Bun-B
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred
C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive
Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair
Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what was happening on the real
And new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and ever sealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes
Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf
Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters
The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting
He made a call to ?? and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive
We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure
Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded
And it stated, that due to the success of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way
Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
A song like that would might take a nigga to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop
They got mad and put niggaz on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix
We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said fuck you hoes
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then he violated, now we right back before the judge
They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence
It was January 28th, he ain't been home since
Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss
Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees
Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please
Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry
Cause it's not really hard as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams
You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G
Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred
C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P.A. on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive
Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair
Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what was happening on the real
And new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and ever sealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes
Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf
Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters
The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting
He made a call to ?? and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive
We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure
Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded
And it stated, that due to the success of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way
Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
A song like that would might take a nigga to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop
They got mad and put niggaz on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix
We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said fuck you hoes
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2001, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then he violated, now we right back before the judge
They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence
It was January 28th, he ain't been home since
Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss
Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees
Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please
Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry
Cause it's not really hard as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams
You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G
Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life
Hold You Down Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Trey Songz, Mike Jones, Baby)
Hey, Hey, we keeping it real, samba baby
[chorus:]
If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla,
whatever you need girl ima hold you down,
if you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima hold you down
[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me
(hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go balling they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure
you want money and jewels (jewels) you want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbing shoulders wit
stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command you can do what ya please
(hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be laying in just respect the playa and the game that hes playing
in (for real) I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) cause even the king of trill needs himself a queen
[chorus]
[Mike Jones]
See all that listening to them hoes in your ear gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I leave
they talk shit they just mad cause I got you flipping jagos popping tags brand new clothes you cant tell by the
tag I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating they just waiting on you to slip so I could
leave yo ass with nathan then when I do that they gon' back door and try to holla hoping ima do them like
you and drop them off some dollas but I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll but I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my
J-O and stack a bank roll but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around Yea
[chorus]
I been putting it down nigga and holding my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we ducking them clowns
nigga taking they crown nigga and shoving the town nigga rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds
nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
girl nigga loving the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the
beach tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat and got me feeling like I lost my jones I done lost
my horns so H town is on and nothing change cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cause we
getting it on and baby girl you could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
[chorus]
[chorus:]
If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla,
whatever you need girl ima hold you down,
if you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima hold you down
[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me
(hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me Ima rider till the wheels go balling they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt that if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure
you want money and jewels (jewels) you want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbing shoulders wit
stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas then your wish is my command you can do what ya please
(hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be laying in just respect the playa and the game that hes playing
in (for real) I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) cause even the king of trill needs himself a queen
[chorus]
[Mike Jones]
See all that listening to them hoes in your ear gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I leave
they talk shit they just mad cause I got you flipping jagos popping tags brand new clothes you cant tell by the
tag I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating they just waiting on you to slip so I could
leave yo ass with nathan then when I do that they gon' back door and try to holla hoping ima do them like
you and drop them off some dollas but I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll but I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road id rather stay on my
J-O and stack a bank roll but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around Yea
[chorus]
I been putting it down nigga and holding my grounds nigga from off the mound nigga we ducking them clowns
nigga taking they crown nigga and shoving the town nigga rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds
nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
girl nigga loving the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the
beach tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat and got me feeling like I lost my jones I done lost
my horns so H town is on and nothing change cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early cause we
getting it on and baby girl you could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
[chorus]
I'm A G Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. TI)
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38
waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch
im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon
coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon
and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we
shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just
incase he get resurected is best he understands
[Chorus]
I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper
they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em
so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a
promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite
flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant
hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a
nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat
left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella.
[Chorus]
Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy
Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz
get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them
niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot
of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin
em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i
aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i
hold my city down like i anchor eyim.
[Chorus]
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38
waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo face bitch
im all about a crime and ready to catch a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon
coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon
and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again we
shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican. may never plex again not like he can but just
incase he get resurected is best he understands
[Chorus]
I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper
they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em
so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east we keep the G and that's a
promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted. we criminal backgrounds and ready to straite
flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant
hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i slap a
nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u might cheat
left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella.
[Chorus]
Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy
Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some blowin im the one them niggaz
get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them
niggaz run. sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones u gotta get it done alot
of rappers say they g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don. og's Usual low key movin
em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i
aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i
hold my city down like i anchor eyim.
[Chorus]
Git It Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Ying Yang Twinz)
[Intro]
yeah! yeah! unh Collipark in da house (alright)
Slick! we got bun b (bun b)
ying yang twins
check it out
collipark drop dem beats that'll rock ya world (thats right)
got bun b and ying yang in dis in this thang so git git git git git git git it gurl
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 1]
baby gotta eat ya betta git right
magic city monday dats da crunk night
dat patrone git a nigga good shiverin
physked 4 so wide these hoes b deliverin
wit some poppin and shakin bring her home 2 bakin
these hoes r fully taken wit no clothes dat mean they naked
wat da hell u waitin on yo ass betta git it
these thugs in da club u betta come on wit it
drop it pop it shake it roll it whoa
bitch gotta nigga sittin on swo
losin control of dat liquoir
hell yea i like da way she put dat thing on a nigga
she playin wit my mind
c da bitch is fine
i cant make her mind but i can drop a dime
we want her 2 dance
dis yo chance
2 leave da club wit his print showin in his pants
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 2]
damn look at dat face look at those eyes
look at dem hips look at those thighs
got dat apple bottom baby phat top
baby gurl u a bad mother (boy stop)
gurl i aint trippin and i aint hatin
but ive been watchin and ive been waitin
like da way dat ya shake dat thang
lookin like u finna break that thang
u need 2 let me take dat thang
back 2 da pad
cuz when i put it on ya betcha ya wont b mad
u know i go hard then i go deep
and dis along long we dont need no sleep
havin ya do thangs that ur last man couldnt
lick da lollipop while i play wit da puddin
yea u said u wouldnt
i know u would
dont b scared its all good
gon git it
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 3]
drop it down low hoe shake dat shit
get fucked 4 a nigga git loose wit it bitch
hold on if ya really want some
git ur ass on da flo and git crunk
money comes and go
so its best to git ur ass on da floor
while im poppin dat pussy and hittin it low
i gotta 10 20 30 40 50 dolla bills
4 yo ass 2 git crunk show me all yo skills
keep it real even though i know ur a lady
but ur still in da booty club naked shake it
hold back shit gurl show me wat u got
then shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it for a hot 10
bitch git crunk lemme ya hit a split
drop ya ass up and down like ya ridin on a dick
i came 2 da the club 2 put some money in yo bra so git it git it git it git it git it git it gurl
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[outro]
git it gurl
git it gurl
git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl
show dem hoes wat ur workin wit
yeah! yeah! unh Collipark in da house (alright)
Slick! we got bun b (bun b)
ying yang twins
check it out
collipark drop dem beats that'll rock ya world (thats right)
got bun b and ying yang in dis in this thang so git git git git git git git it gurl
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 1]
baby gotta eat ya betta git right
magic city monday dats da crunk night
dat patrone git a nigga good shiverin
physked 4 so wide these hoes b deliverin
wit some poppin and shakin bring her home 2 bakin
these hoes r fully taken wit no clothes dat mean they naked
wat da hell u waitin on yo ass betta git it
these thugs in da club u betta come on wit it
drop it pop it shake it roll it whoa
bitch gotta nigga sittin on swo
losin control of dat liquoir
hell yea i like da way she put dat thing on a nigga
she playin wit my mind
c da bitch is fine
i cant make her mind but i can drop a dime
we want her 2 dance
dis yo chance
2 leave da club wit his print showin in his pants
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 2]
damn look at dat face look at those eyes
look at dem hips look at those thighs
got dat apple bottom baby phat top
baby gurl u a bad mother (boy stop)
gurl i aint trippin and i aint hatin
but ive been watchin and ive been waitin
like da way dat ya shake dat thang
lookin like u finna break that thang
u need 2 let me take dat thang
back 2 da pad
cuz when i put it on ya betcha ya wont b mad
u know i go hard then i go deep
and dis along long we dont need no sleep
havin ya do thangs that ur last man couldnt
lick da lollipop while i play wit da puddin
yea u said u wouldnt
i know u would
dont b scared its all good
gon git it
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[verse 3]
drop it down low hoe shake dat shit
get fucked 4 a nigga git loose wit it bitch
hold on if ya really want some
git ur ass on da flo and git crunk
money comes and go
so its best to git ur ass on da floor
while im poppin dat pussy and hittin it low
i gotta 10 20 30 40 50 dolla bills
4 yo ass 2 git crunk show me all yo skills
keep it real even though i know ur a lady
but ur still in da booty club naked shake it
hold back shit gurl show me wat u got
then shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it for a hot 10
bitch git crunk lemme ya hit a split
drop ya ass up and down like ya ridin on a dick
i came 2 da the club 2 put some money in yo bra so git it git it git it git it git it git it gurl
[chorus]
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl (show dem hoes wat u workin wit)
[outro]
git it gurl
git it gurl
git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl
show dem hoes wat ur workin wit
Who Needs A "B" Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Juvenile, Too $hort)
Biatch! (biatch, biatch)
Biatch! (biatch, biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch)
[Bun B]
Say, I'm all about this bread, all about this cheese
Pimpin be handlin up man, I breaks 'em off with the ease
Fuck it, I'm all about this paper, all about these thangs
And in case you can't recognize though, you fuckin with a mack
Silly, I'm all about this chedder, all about the dirt
So don't be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a hoe
Stupid, I'm all about these ducats, all about this scrilla
I got no reservation, 'bout breakin bitches fo' real
Get it, cause Bun Beada bring the heat to the fire
You think pimpin ain't pimpin, you's a motherfuckin liar
Sorry, messiah of the strollin, king of the corner
Junkster, I've been sellin cock since you was playin pop wanna
Little, I'm on a mission for seven figures to fo'
Straight out a bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole
Believe me, as it was told to me, that's how I'm tellin it
So if anybody buyin pussy I'm sellin it - who need a bitch!
[Chorus: Bun B]
If anybody need a bitch then I got one
Put her in the drop and you could let her ride shotgun
She could suck your duck, while you mash on the gas
Or you could take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass
Who need a (biatch) - if anybody need a bitch just holla
I got top notch pussy for ya for the white dollar
We poppin our collars and dustin these Gators off
Not to mention we brushin these haters off
Now tell me who need a (biatch)
[Juvenile]
Oooh, a nigga like me
I'll take you down to Daytona and let you work your body
I done put out APB's for the right freaks
Some bad bitches in here tonight we might need (where my hoes?)
And she really with hittin the tracks
So we don't never have a problem about bringin it back
Nope, she don't back-talk me when we up in the 'Llac
Cause she know it ain't nothin for me to give her a smack (what'chu need?)
I need a bitch that'll get up on a plane
Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (when did she trip out?)
She don't want me to get after her mayne
Callin when she get somethin cause she know I ain't playin (it's official!)
I'm a pimp bitch, you know where the gun be
I'm ridin shotgun with $hort Dog and Bun B
This game doin time, but it be back
They got pussy on the market, where the G's at?
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Biatch! On your mind
You can't hold back, now's the time
Jump in the car and go pick her up
Take her somewhere, so you could fuck
If you wanted to, you could knock her
All you gotta do, is take her shoppin
A lil' extra cash, for her pocket
Next thing you know, you'll be fuckin
(Biatch!) I like to do the opposite
I charge these hoes when they want some dick
I spit the game and they don't complain
Too $hort baby, that's my name
Real players need ladies, to have some fun
If I had seven, and you had none
I'd give you one, but you gots to pay
Trick motherfucker, what'chu say?
You need a biatch!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Too $hort]
Y'all niggaz ain't got no hoes
What'chu know about that nigga?
$hort Dog fuckin with my boy Bun B
My old school, pimpin playa partner
Texas boys ride, biatch!
Oh no, me I don't need no bitches
I got too many hoes right now
I'm tryin to get rid of some of these bitches mayne
You need a bitch?
Take this bitch right here playa, take her
Biatch! (biatch, biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch)
[Bun B]
Say, I'm all about this bread, all about this cheese
Pimpin be handlin up man, I breaks 'em off with the ease
Fuck it, I'm all about this paper, all about these thangs
And in case you can't recognize though, you fuckin with a mack
Silly, I'm all about this chedder, all about the dirt
So don't be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a hoe
Stupid, I'm all about these ducats, all about this scrilla
I got no reservation, 'bout breakin bitches fo' real
Get it, cause Bun Beada bring the heat to the fire
You think pimpin ain't pimpin, you's a motherfuckin liar
Sorry, messiah of the strollin, king of the corner
Junkster, I've been sellin cock since you was playin pop wanna
Little, I'm on a mission for seven figures to fo'
Straight out a bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole
Believe me, as it was told to me, that's how I'm tellin it
So if anybody buyin pussy I'm sellin it - who need a bitch!
[Chorus: Bun B]
If anybody need a bitch then I got one
Put her in the drop and you could let her ride shotgun
She could suck your duck, while you mash on the gas
Or you could take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass
Who need a (biatch) - if anybody need a bitch just holla
I got top notch pussy for ya for the white dollar
We poppin our collars and dustin these Gators off
Not to mention we brushin these haters off
Now tell me who need a (biatch)
[Juvenile]
Oooh, a nigga like me
I'll take you down to Daytona and let you work your body
I done put out APB's for the right freaks
Some bad bitches in here tonight we might need (where my hoes?)
And she really with hittin the tracks
So we don't never have a problem about bringin it back
Nope, she don't back-talk me when we up in the 'Llac
Cause she know it ain't nothin for me to give her a smack (what'chu need?)
I need a bitch that'll get up on a plane
Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (when did she trip out?)
She don't want me to get after her mayne
Callin when she get somethin cause she know I ain't playin (it's official!)
I'm a pimp bitch, you know where the gun be
I'm ridin shotgun with $hort Dog and Bun B
This game doin time, but it be back
They got pussy on the market, where the G's at?
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Biatch! On your mind
You can't hold back, now's the time
Jump in the car and go pick her up
Take her somewhere, so you could fuck
If you wanted to, you could knock her
All you gotta do, is take her shoppin
A lil' extra cash, for her pocket
Next thing you know, you'll be fuckin
(Biatch!) I like to do the opposite
I charge these hoes when they want some dick
I spit the game and they don't complain
Too $hort baby, that's my name
Real players need ladies, to have some fun
If I had seven, and you had none
I'd give you one, but you gots to pay
Trick motherfucker, what'chu say?
You need a biatch!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Too $hort]
Y'all niggaz ain't got no hoes
What'chu know about that nigga?
$hort Dog fuckin with my boy Bun B
My old school, pimpin playa partner
Texas boys ride, biatch!
Oh no, me I don't need no bitches
I got too many hoes right now
I'm tryin to get rid of some of these bitches mayne
You need a bitch?
Take this bitch right here playa, take her
Retaliation Is A Must Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Mddl Fngz)
[Intro]
Hold up, middle fingers up
Pussy-ass niggaz down nigga (muh'fuckers)
H-Town, Texas stand up, Southwest (uh-huh)
Sunny side, P.A. we up in here
Bun, holla at these motherfuckers (you know'm talkin 'bout?)
[Verse 1]
Say, nigga you can't run, nigga you can't hide
Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride
Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot
Cause when we give it to ya bitch we give you all that we got
Now all it take is one shot to put yo' ass in a ditch
But you gon' get the other forty-nine for bein a bitch
Go to war with the big man when it makes no sense to
Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you
Ain't no movin ya baby mama {?} or your kids
Everybody finna get it for the shit that you did
So when I get to ya crib, better come out swingin
Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin
We don't want no dope, we don't want no cash
We don't want no excuses, we just want yo' ass
So when that front do' crash, and you see them soldiers
When that gun go flash, don't say that Bun ain't told ya, nigga
[Chorus 2X: Bun B]
If I pull it I'ma pop and be the first one to bust
We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
First nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dust
We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats
20-shot hollow heads, bitch give me the loose leaf
Fuck beef, I got a K for niggaz
In spots the laws won't find ya for days, my nigga
Southside, young playa full of plots and scams
Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams
Boys know me in the hood, but not from rappin
Back street trappin, front line, ya boy is a captain
First nigga to shoot, I ain't tryin to talk
Bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off
No life is a tunnel, while I'm rollin with my gun up
Don't get ya bitch gun butt, nigga what'chu want what
It ain't shit to get yo' family touched
Catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch, nigga
I'm in the game cause I love the rush
Love the bucks, this fans money never enough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Uh, hol' up, uhh
Forty-five in the Rover, the K is on my shoulder
Pop yo' bitch-ass, then I go and smoke it over
Niggaz gettin older, but thugs is comin younger
So just in case you wonder I keep a F in the thunder
Nigga you's a blunder, got rocked by the thunder
Cryin to that Bun, but he the reason that we done ya
Gave us the word, said we keep the birds
Beefin is for nerds, I put ya brains on the curb
[Verse 4]
Fucka! Pull ya piece nigga, and watch you rest in it
Come to this clip game, bitch I'm the best in it
Your white flag ya wavin, now it's on, bitch please
All your loved ones houses lookin like swiss cheese
Tried to let ya ass make it, but ya ass act a fool
Now the H.K., the A.K., and the A-R is the tools
All ya homeboys gone and them hoes want less
So tell ya mom and ya sister break out the black dress
[Chorus]
Hold up, middle fingers up
Pussy-ass niggaz down nigga (muh'fuckers)
H-Town, Texas stand up, Southwest (uh-huh)
Sunny side, P.A. we up in here
Bun, holla at these motherfuckers (you know'm talkin 'bout?)
[Verse 1]
Say, nigga you can't run, nigga you can't hide
Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride
Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot
Cause when we give it to ya bitch we give you all that we got
Now all it take is one shot to put yo' ass in a ditch
But you gon' get the other forty-nine for bein a bitch
Go to war with the big man when it makes no sense to
Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you
Ain't no movin ya baby mama {?} or your kids
Everybody finna get it for the shit that you did
So when I get to ya crib, better come out swingin
Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin
We don't want no dope, we don't want no cash
We don't want no excuses, we just want yo' ass
So when that front do' crash, and you see them soldiers
When that gun go flash, don't say that Bun ain't told ya, nigga
[Chorus 2X: Bun B]
If I pull it I'ma pop and be the first one to bust
We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
First nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dust
We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats
20-shot hollow heads, bitch give me the loose leaf
Fuck beef, I got a K for niggaz
In spots the laws won't find ya for days, my nigga
Southside, young playa full of plots and scams
Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams
Boys know me in the hood, but not from rappin
Back street trappin, front line, ya boy is a captain
First nigga to shoot, I ain't tryin to talk
Bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off
No life is a tunnel, while I'm rollin with my gun up
Don't get ya bitch gun butt, nigga what'chu want what
It ain't shit to get yo' family touched
Catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch, nigga
I'm in the game cause I love the rush
Love the bucks, this fans money never enough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Uh, hol' up, uhh
Forty-five in the Rover, the K is on my shoulder
Pop yo' bitch-ass, then I go and smoke it over
Niggaz gettin older, but thugs is comin younger
So just in case you wonder I keep a F in the thunder
Nigga you's a blunder, got rocked by the thunder
Cryin to that Bun, but he the reason that we done ya
Gave us the word, said we keep the birds
Beefin is for nerds, I put ya brains on the curb
[Verse 4]
Fucka! Pull ya piece nigga, and watch you rest in it
Come to this clip game, bitch I'm the best in it
Your white flag ya wavin, now it's on, bitch please
All your loved ones houses lookin like swiss cheese
Tried to let ya ass make it, but ya ass act a fool
Now the H.K., the A.K., and the A-R is the tools
All ya homeboys gone and them hoes want less
So tell ya mom and ya sister break out the black dress
[Chorus]
Draped Up (H-Town Remix) Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. H-Town All Stars)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas
It's where legends are born
I'm Lil' Keke The Don
Original Screwed Up Click
It's a dedication to DJ Screw
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Feel it?
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
[Lil' Keke]
I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top
Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot
Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)
Me and Bun together caked up with clout
Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
[Chamillionaire]
The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne
[Paul Wall]
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9
He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
[Aztek]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
(Next two lines in Spanish)
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up
Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout
Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
[Lil' Flip]
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars
I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos
Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it
Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it
Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed
Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro
Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh?
Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump
I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head
We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
[Z-Ro]
Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw
300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious
I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip
You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood
Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut
Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff
Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough
Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up
[Bun B]
This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look?
Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook
You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers
Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers
We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's
Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's
It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name
We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Big terrible Texas
It's where legends are born
I'm Lil' Keke The Don
Original Screwed Up Click
It's a dedication to DJ Screw
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Feel it?
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
[Lil' Keke]
I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top
Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot
Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)
Me and Bun together caked up with clout
Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
[Chamillionaire]
The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne
[Paul Wall]
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9
He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
[Aztek]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
(Next two lines in Spanish)
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up
Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout
Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
[Lil' Flip]
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars
I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos
Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it
Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it
Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed
Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro
Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh?
Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump
I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head
We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
[Z-Ro]
Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw
300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious
I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip
You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood
Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut
Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff
Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough
Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up
[Bun B]
This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look?
Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook
You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers
Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers
We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's
Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's
It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name
We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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