UGK Feelin’ You

[Chorus: Pimp C singing]

I got the feelin that I

Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)

I got the feelin that I

Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)

I got the feelin that I

Got the feelin I (keep feelin you)

I got the feelin that I

Got the feelin for you

[Bun B:]

Well hold up, look how baby just rolled up

Coogi jeans on with the back sides twole {?} up

She make playa straight slow up

Say man this girl is a dime from head to toe and from the flo’ up

She make a drink, kid not even wanna po’ up

Take his all money to the mall and buy the sto’ up

Never a flaw when she show up

These other broads hatin on her, if they sick they need to throw up

She got class and panache with precision

Picture perfect in my vision and I done made a decision

That I’m tired of wishin, get down with the Bun and Pimp and

You could roll with the playas on the million dollar mission, c’mon

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]

Uhh, hey mama, I’m a tell you what the deal is

I like your style, I like how you handle your business

You ain’t out here trippin chasin boys in showbiz

You’re confident, you out here puttin it down for yo’ kids

I don’t care ’bout no nigga, he don’t concern me

He ain’t teachin you nothin, you need to learn me

Check out my mind, I’m 24 on the grind

I got the key to the streets, I got a open line

And I don’t get caught up in “he say, she say”

And I don’t chase the cat, I keep the P play

I wouldn’t holla if I ain’t thought you was ready boo

I know you feelin me, cause girl I’m feelin you

[Chorus]

[singing: Pimp C]

Ooh baby (ooh baby)

Ooh baby (oh baby)

Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now

[Bun B:]

Yeah she a bad mamma-jamma, a brick, house

Still I fits, out, cause she thick, stout

With the feminine fat, in all the right places

She look me in my eyes and she make all the right faces

Cause she’s a real catch, we make a tough pair

A true dynamic duo and we up there

We sittin tall at the top

And if she ride or die for me playa I’m a give her all that I got

I break her off and not, let her hold the keys

I don’t take her out of town, man I take her overseas

It ain’t trickin if you spend it on your lady

Bring the bacon home to baby and everything’ll be gravy

Just let me know if that’s soundin like a plan

Cause all you really need to change your life is the man

And you appealin to the King of the Trill and

I just wanna know if you’re feelin me like I’m feelin, you

[Chorus]

[singing: Pimp C]

Ooh baby (ooh baby)

Ooh baby (oh baby)

Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now

UGK Holdin’ Na

[Verse 1: Pimp C]

Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me?

I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G’s

And I got a candy ’84 on 3’s

And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees

I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game

Nigga, you’re a lame you ain’t holding like Sweet James

They ? on my phone, call me Sir Jones

Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome

20’s on the car, keep a pint of bar

Gripping on the wood, playing above the law

Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane

Fuck y’all pussy niggas too, it’s whatever y’all wanna do… do

[Chorus: Bun B]

Dollars, we foldin’ na, slab, we rollin’ na, bitches we controllin’ na

Man, I’m Holdin na [x4]

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Man, I break the scene, way before I became a teen

Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring

Music orientated, so when the rap game originated

I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it

I made it to levels that other players only dream

Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream

And my money went from green to poppin’ chrome

Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (?) to bone

Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks

But mane back in the days, it wasn’t nothing like that

Shit, I remember when at first they wasn’t really with it

But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it ’cause we holdin’ na

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: C-Note]

I’m holdin’ na, big Benz looking swollen na

Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na

My papers’ foldin’ na, cigars, we be rolling na

And it’s the whole third coast and we control it na

Down south we sippin’ nothin’ but bar

Four TV’s in my cars, I’m a ghetto star

Chromin’ blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin’

We got these broads steady trippin’ cause it platinum we shippin’

From Clover Land to PA (Port Arson) It be on for life

And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life

Niggas runnin’ in your crib, you might lose your wife

And if we ? at the light you might lose your ice

It’s the C the N to the O-T-E

And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG

I put it down for Botany and that SUC

We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin’ na

[Chorus]

UGK Look At Me

[Pimp C talking]

Hold up hold up hold up

Starring at the bar mutherfuckers

Eye pussy-know what I’m talking bout

[Verse 1: Pimp C]

I’m Pimp C bitch so what you need (what you need)

I got some cocain and some California weed (fornia weed)

I fell in love with my chrome-plated bitch (plated bitch)

Break it make it pop the trunk and hit the switch (hit the switch)

Bitches jockin niggas hatin drunk off gin and soko

If he keep on talkin shit I knock his meat out his taco

They think I’m playin cuz I’m in gators and rocks (rocks)

But I pop this mutherfucker till it stop (stop)

[Chorus: Pimp C]

So look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)

Look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)

When you see me bitch tell me what you see (what you see)

Look at me mutherfucker look at me (look at me)

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Hey… Hey yo I sips the 8

Plus I whips the weight

So while you tripps and hate

I flips your fate

Straight to rip from grapeland

Nigga i use to cook a diffrent scale

Now what we be scorin will make them beams tripple break

Washed out up in the rippas way

Makin you miss the whip we take

And squeezin mine surely

Though I drive horibly

Niggas die for me

And the killers in the sky swarm me

Some fly charmin neiborhood pimps

Take a good glimpse

Smokin on them Cali Hollywood hemps

Look at me

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Pimp C]

Now I done scrapped and crawled

Now whip my benz grip my balls

Shit don’t pause

Y’all niggas know that I don’t fuck with y’all

Fuck the laws undercovers wanna see me stopped

Tap my phone follow my chrome

Another hits the block

But niggas know that Port Author is to small nigga

Thats why the snitches get the pistol to his hilfiger

AK-47 test up and I’m bout to bet

With a loaded automatic if they catch me I’m goin fed

What that bitch said

Pimpin ain’t dead

I’m still gettin head

Got your dike bitch in my waterbed

Hit her from behin (hind)

4 or 5 times

Put that dick up in her spine

I done blew your bitch mind

look at me

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 4: Bun B]

It’s like monkey see monkey do

So fuck you and your funky crew

You don’t bang in the trunk we do

And smokin on skunky to

Now fuck me who?-You gots me fucked up

Strong arm your city threw them up

And leave it bucked up

Maybe if you lucked up

Naw look like you stuck Chuck

Your men of war turned into pussies in menapause

Now how the fuck you gon win a war

Bitch I’m in a car that will make you go deaf

The reason why your hoe left

Makes you wanna go left

Whoa nef catch a slow death

Cuz bitch my 4 fell

Mackin on straight smack a bum

I don’t brag but I’m toe taggin um

Now we draggin um

Out the river just like to use

Crack the brews

And keeps about 50 case I wanna fuck a dike or 2

look at me

[Pimp C]

Look at him bitch

Show your tattoos [x16]

UGK Trill Ass Nigga

[Bun B]

Bone hard nigga, hoes be runnin from the scene

Cause I’m out to demean, count the green

and throw that jim in the in-between

Now Bun B moves slick

Cause I tell all the niggaz to get they gats

and tell the hoes to get this dick

Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block

They scopin the corner, motherfuckers I warn ya

Too many niggaz tried to get these fiends

You brothers better cut some fuckin ? on this scene

Cause cluckers don’t go for small dope

You fin’ to lose when dopefiends cut ya fuckin throat

You see my shit is legit, so it’s on

Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that bitch to get gone

Because my face don’t need to be on the street

See I put out my dope, get my cash, then I’m tearin ass

I’m in and out quick as day

Might drop a hundred or two, but I won’t miss it anyway

Because as long as the majority of shit gets fat

I’m cool to give myself a little slack

See I’ve been doin this too damn long

to short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs

I got a thirty-five square block cut

Down to take your money, dope, your hoe and your nut

Big dope big rhymes big dick big attitude

Man I’m down with Big Tyme, and I’m a trill ass nigga!

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

[Bun B]

You claim you got much dope, and you got much backup

But you ain’t got JACK SHIT to make this nigga slack up

So if you wanna buck buck up bitch and let me black that eye

Ho you fin’ to kiss them teeth goodbye

Now if you’re down act like it bitch

Step in that grass, I’m fin’ to put them hands on yo’ bitch ass

And buffin ain’t a good ass plan

You get smacked the fuck up, now unball them fuckin hands

You see you need to be true to yourself

Cause if you’ll front, your ass’ll be on my shelf

And trill ass niggaz they love to blast

But if we ain’t got the gat, we’ll also choke yo’ motherfuckin ass

And you ain’t never been shit to your hood

Your ass shoulda listened when I told you “Something Good”

But right about now I ain’t sayin a damn thang

If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring

And bring on your boys, I’m takin ALL you hoes one by one

Hands flyin like bullets from a gun

I’m steady whoopin that ass ho

Nigga by nigga out the window, you better watch that glass ho

Stepped to Bun B, and you thought I was a punk

Now you bitch-asses half dead in my trunk

You fronted big man and then went out like a ho

Nigga kiss that motherfuckin flo’, cause I’m a trill ass nigga

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

[Bun B]

I’m just a trill ass nigga walkin down the street

It’s Bun B bitch, the nigga you and your girlfriends wanna meet

My nuts hang to the road

So buck up and get fucked up by the Big Tyme motherload

You better watch that ass when you roll

Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the fuckin toll

And we ain’t hearin that ying-yang

You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo’ ass get slanged

Yeah Bun B’ll talk shit

But if you think I can’t back it up niggaz, try and make a fuckin hit

Pimp C’ll slam you to the peel

You’re layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his fuckin reel

The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon

And we down to let the gat go boom

So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo’ punk ass up

before we make you niggaz shit in your drawers

The life of the trill niggaz ain’t no joke

Cause we down to go for motherfuckin broke

So watch out for the niggaz in the khakis

The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don’t jack G

Because the dicks hang low, to any two-bit ho

And I’m about to get some shit on my toes

And I’ma keep on doin it Clyde

The cocaine’s in the back of the ride of a trill ass nigga

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

(Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga! .. [fades])

UGK How Long Can It Last

[Intro: Pimp C – as Charlie Wilson harmonizes]

Dear Lord,

I know You don’t condone the things I be doin out here in these streets

(Help me, Lord) And I hope that, I pray that You can overlook

(Help me, Lord) the wrong that I had done in my life…

I don’t know no other way to survive out here

(Wrap your arms around me, Lord)

I got a whole bunch of people dependin on me…

Just walk with me…

Walk with me…

Busslin and gamblin, hit licks scramblin

Bricks I’m out here handlin, I’m pimpin and I’m payin the rent

Didn’t choose this dirty game, this dirty game it chose me

Every city love cocaine, they’ll get it from him if they don’t get it from me

So I get cross-country with that thang, makin that crisp, lettin ’em hang

Bangin that ‘Pac, if I die tonight, least mama know I didn’t die in vain

Cause I put up sum from every sale, so all my chil’ren can live well

Might go to heaven, might go to hell, but just put me in wood grain lane Deville

I wonder sometime how life would be, if it was no such thing as D

But then I put that Sweet down, cause that bullshit don’t apply to me

Cause out here on the real streets, a dreamer always stay sleep

Cause out here the strong survive, and now they didn’t die from thankin weak

Gotta play for keeps, gotta play it HARD, still tryna get right with GOD

Still read my Bible lone, cause Reverend do wrong, still livin fraud

Tonight if I get down on my knees and ask the Lord to forgive me, please

You thank He gon’ hear me? Cause tomorrow I’m still gon be slangin keyyyyys…

(Ohhhh Lorrrrd…)

[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]

Lord, I’m just a G (Lord, I’m just a G)

Out here livin fast (livin fast)

How long can it last? (I don’t know, I don’t know)

I juuuust can’t give it up (But I’m prayin to Your love right now)

I’m riskin all out in the streets (I’ll give it all up for Your love right now)

Out here livin fast (livin too fast)

How long can it last? (How long, how long, how long, will it last, baby?)

[Bun B:]

See I was born in the ghetto manye I was raised in the hood

And unless you lived it yourself, it just can’t be understood

People think hustlin is cool (cool), all hustlin is live

They don’t understand hustlers only hustlin to survive

They wished they lived in the ‘burbs (‘burbs), wished they didn’t have to hang (hang)

Out on corners in low-income house in projects and slang

They wish their daddy was home (home), mama wasn’t on drugs (drugs)

And they didn’t have to grow up to be dealers and thugs (thugs)

Po’ children got aspirations and dreams just like the wealthy (wealthy)

But it’s hard when that environment you live in ain’t healthy (healthy)

You ain’t givin no hope (hope), nobody showin you pride (pride)

And you live with all this anger and frustration inside (side)

Dog, don’t let nobody tell you what you can or you can’t do

Just cause they funky ass couldn’t do it – (Why?) They ain’t you

You can be who you wanna be (uh), live life how you feel

Just put your faith in the Lord (yep), now that’s keepin it Trill, fo’ real!

(Ohhhh Lorrrrd…)

[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]

Lord, I’m just a G (Just a G)

Out here livin fast (Out here livin fast)

How long can it last? (How long can it last? How long can it LA-AST?)

I juuuust can’t give it up

I’m riskin all out in the streets (I risk it all)

Out here livin fast (livin too fast, livin too fast)

How long can it last? (How long can it last, how long can it last right now?)

[Pimp C:]

UHHHHH! I wonder if it’s a heaven up there for real G’s

For all the niggaz in the game that’s been slangin cheese

For all them boys on them swangers and the fifth wheel

I’m out here riskin my life, niggaz shife but I stay Trill

I pray so much, I wonder if the Lord love me

I think He do, but I’m so caught up in my thug deep

The feds bug me, followin me around for three

Niggaz couldn’t catch me so they hit me with conspiracy

(Uh) You know that that’s the other level of the GAME

Ain’t got shit on me but some niggaz said my NAAAAAME…

So here they COOOME, they thang TIIIIIIGHT

They playin shife, no Bun givin me life

(Uhh!) I ain’t goin back, I’m a make ’em kill me

(Uhh!) I’m a bust back, fuck the pen, you FEEL ME?

Wish I can hug my momma and kiss my baby girl

I know it’s a better place than livin in this dirty WOOOORLD

(Lorrrrd…)

[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]

Lord, I’m just a G (Lord I’m just a G)

Out here livin fast (Out here livin fast)

How long can it last? (How long can it last? How long can it last?)

I juuuust can’t give it up (HOW LONG can it last?)

I’m riskin all out in the streets (PLEASE FORGIVE ME, LORD)

Out here livin fast (I don’t mean to disrespect You right now)

How long can it last? (I’m out here in the streets, tryna make a mil for a better deal)

[Singing interlude: repeat]

Some people win (win), some people lose (lose)

Some al-ways cryin the blues…

Yeah…

Some people win (win), some people lose (lose)

Some al-ways bein misused…

[Chorus: repeats many times during the remainder of the song]

[Charlie Wilson overlaps]

Yeeaaaaaaaahhhh-yeaaha…

What am I supposed to do, Lord?…

I’m tryin my best out here

But it’s getting kinda HARD for me, Lord

What am I supposed to do?

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

Can you WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND ME, LORD?

Cause I need You, Lord right noooooowww…

I NEED You, right now

NEED ya, I NEED ya, I NEED Ya

I NEED YA, cause I’m goin and livin too fast

YEAH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH…

Oooooohhhhhhhhh, yeah… Lord have mercy

Charlie Wilson, Pimp C, Bun, I need You

Can You help us, Lord?

Can You help us right

Right now, right now, right now, right noooowwwwwwwwww, yeah… woo!

[Outro: Charlie Wilson]

Out here livin too fast, how long can it last? I can’t get up, Lord can You help me?

LORD, can You help me?

Can You help me? Can You HELP me

Right noooooowwwww, yeah

Mmmmmmmm… mmmmmm…

Hmmmmmmmmmmm… hmmmmmmmm…

UGK Hard As Hell

Ooh ay ay

Ooh ay ay

Ooh ay ay

It’s akon and ugkayyy

And ugkayyy

And ugkayyy

It’s akon

That girl she got me the way she movin in place

Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face

She got me hard as hell

Got me pokin like a nail

She got me hard as hell

I can’t control it can’t you tell baby

Show me whatcha workin with

Ever got knocked out on a brotha kid

I keep a gold magnum rubber with some k-y

Tryna see where I’m cummin from get it in your eye (in your eye)

I like when ya get downnn like a gus of poles

Rolled on a dolphin get that shit up out your nose

Is that where all your money goes

I spend mine on bendz and roles

Royces choices get on the pole

Slide down move around and bring that money back home

He ain’t pimp hes a clone

Wanna eat my dick when it smell my cologne

I’m so thrown in a gang like that

The good cat ball but the motha fucka fat

Girl whatcha gonna do with all that

Can see your missin t’s I hithca from the back

That girl she got me the way she movin in place

Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face

She got me hard as hell

Got me pokin like a nail

She got me hard as hell

I can’t control it can’t you tell baby

She was 36 24 40

Centerfold stallion uh life of the party

All eyes on her and that goes for me too

Five inch heels and a dress that’s see through

As soon as I saw her I knew that it was time

As soon as she saw me she knew that she was mine

If this is a dream then I don’t wanna wake

And if this is as good as it seems commone you gotta shake

The body’s not real it look like crunk drew her

If she don’t step to me I’m finna run to her

And off top man my mouth will drop man

And for a minute it felt like the world just stopped man

Then started again and now I’m startin to feel like I could really give

Baby girl I hearted a tril and once you got the heart

You got the dope but right now we gots to go cause baby girl gots ta know

That girl she got me the way she movin in place

Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face

She got me hard as hell

Got me pokin like a nail

She got me hard as hell

I can’t control it can’t you tell baby

The boyz we mean they on bended knee

Make it disappear you want the Texas T

Girls in France like Texas d

They soo ooo lala a wee wee wee

Mercie voku baby girl you know you

Got the hot butter my knife gotta go through

Sometimes it cuts slow sometimes it cut quick

It don’t matter cause it’s still good dick come on

Shorty got me swollen now

Chicka say wanna nigga hold her now

Grippin the tie she ready to bone me now

Diggin up in that belly got her moanin now

And round and round I go

When I come up and down she go

When she cum everybody know

When we cum moneys on the floor baby

That girl she got me the way she movin in place

Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face

She got me hard as hell

Got me pokin like a nail

She got me hard as hell

I can’t control it can’t you tell baby

That girl she got me the way she movin in place

Bendin over spreadin eagle all that ass in my face

She got me hard as hell

Got me pokin like a nail

She got me hard as hell

I can’t control it can’t you tell baby.

UGK Still Ridin’ Dirty

[Chorus:]

Pimpin’ hoes slammin’ Cadillac doors

Shawty understand this is how we roll

Parkin lot pimpin’ on fo’s

VA to H Town yeah you already know

Choppin’ on blades so amazing

Look at them boys teeth thats crazy

The lean in the weed got us lazy

Yellow boppers is boppin’ but you already know

Straight out the south with my nuts in my hand

Its the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas thats my land

Whos the man thats in demand

Its Paul Wall baby yeah thats me

I put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach

And im hustlin on the grind 72

Hours straight

No time to eat or sleep im slangin’ licks and that just won’t wait

Im campaignin for a new Benz

On the rims with bubble lenz

Im stackin’ every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s

Doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo’s

Hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know

Roll the dank up where the dro?

Pour the drank up where the fo’s

Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty

[Chorus]

Got a drop top on them rollerskates

Candy jolly rancher paint

Enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank

I dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin

Im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin

Gettin money thats all i know

On my toes never off my note

Woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro

I grind its off to work i go I hustle hard its no stop

And if i flop i switch to hustle

I learned the game then set up shop

Im strivin’ to make it to the top

Its all or nothin no turnin back

Im with them boys out on the block

Accumulating them paper stacks

Im makin money this where its at

Whatever it takes crack or jack

In love with my money and thats a fact

And we STILL RIDIN’ DIRTY

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall: Talking]

Right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin

Trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky

Candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome

all courtesy of my hustle game

Real hustlin’s in my blood line

I dont complain or whine

I just get on my grind puttin in work overtime

I learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind

I was born blind but now i see that road to riches

Its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches

Norv Freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss

And Chad Butler taught me keep it trill at all costs

I peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess

I put in work with no rest

To get that paper thats my quest

Im on the slow grind towards success

One of the best ’cause i keep it fresh

Im one hundred isnt nothin less

And im STILL RIDIN’ DIRTY

[Chorus]

UGK Still On The Grind

[Intro: Pimp C]

Steady long, steady wrong nigga Check one-two one-two one-two bitch Tony Snow, know’m talkin ’bout? Jack Tripper, “Three’s Company” hoe Percy Mack, Sweet Jones, check it out

[Pimp C:]

Uhh, I stay on the grind, fuckin hoe defined Get ten all the time, lay my life on the line Sippin, smokin ‘dro, pimp dick on yo’ hoe Legs are on the stove, P-I-M-P on the low Gators swangin out, swangers hangin out Never bangin, I got work I slang it out Keep a yellow pro, and a brown horse And a squad too, I’m the player’s choice

[Bun B:]

So pimpin save your voice, hold your breath, shut your lip Hoe you can’t handle Bun and you can’t fuck with Pimp We like surf and turf, they call us steak and shrimp Know we shake and lames are famous but make it simp’ Trillest ever born, G’est ever built Fuck with us you’ll be the deadest hoes ever killed Live from the corner, direct from the hood via satellite bitch, we the Kingz grippin wood and it’s good

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

Hey, if you a hustler, it ain’t easy Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh And we’re still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Yes we’re still, we’re still We’re still, still on the grind

[Pimp C:]

Uhh, I keep candy girls, big dick in they world Messin up they curl, bowlin ball paper swirl Gotta trap it white, baller candy bike I don’t light it though; get too high, stay too low I live by the code, extra credit mode Fuckin with that prince I keep a bankroll Livin by the land, P.A. by the C Any nigga fuck with Bun he gon’ die by me I’m my brother’s keeper, not no movie shit My life is a film, I’m on some groovy shit I ain’t Smoochie bitch, make girls do this dick Rich or tongue-in-cheek, bitch you’s a +Super Freak+ Bitch my name ain’t Rick, bitch you think you slick Askin me for rent, you better find a trick I ain’t payin, you need to be payin me Pussy a dime a dozen but the dick ain’t free

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Yeah we’re still, said we’re still, still Still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh And we’re still, still, still, still Still on the grind

[Bun B:]

UGK back in the game, bringin that crack and the ‘caine Swervin ‘Llac in the lane, swangers click-clack in the gang We paper stack in the game (game) what you lack in the game Solid foundation, my nigga, no cracks in the frame (frame) Bun B, that be the name, P.A.T. that be the town (town) You see fingers up, that mean that haters down (down) And G that is the code, big body slab is the load (load) We get throwed, we the shit nigga, ask the commode We get skeptic mayne when shit get hectic mayne Roll with the trill, we don’t deal with the skeptics mayne Bring it on record mayne, what you expected mayne (uhh) Bun and Pimp is back so just respect it mayne (yeah) We affected the game (game) we are not gonna change (change) Scrap with lames it go brrrap-brrrap at your brain (brain) We insane singin licks with them bricks 36 in the mix with no tricks, get a fix for your cliques

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Said we still, every day We still, still on the grind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh We still, we still, every day We still, still on the griiiiind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh We still, we still, hoooo Still on the griiiiind, griiiiind Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh Said we on the grind, we on the grind Still on the grind The grind, the grind The grind, still on the grind UGK for liiiiife

UGK International Player’s Anthem

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

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see

Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be

And I apologize if this message gets you down

Then I CC’ed every girl that I’d see-see ’round town

And hate to see y’all frown but I’d rather see her smilin’

Wetness all around me, true, but I’m no island

Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy

Give up all this pussy cat that’s in my lap, no looking back

Spaceships don’t come equipped with rear view mirrors

They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped

I’m so like a pimp, I’m glad it’s night

Stole the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum

When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom

Like a preemie out the womb

My partner yelling, “Too soon, don’t do it!

Reconsider, read some literature on the subject

You sure? Fuck it

You know we got your back like chiropractic

If that bitch do you dirty, we’ll wipe her ass out in some detergent

Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar

I know you ain’t a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya:

Keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart

Hey, keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart

Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart

Play your part… play your part”

[Pimp C:]

Sweet Jones

My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber

Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover

Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor

Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser

Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club

Fuckin’ up the game, bitch, it gets no love

She be cross country, givin’ all that she got

A thousand a pop, I’m pullin’ Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

Every time we hit the parkin’ lot we turn head

Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary

Your bitch chose me, you ain’t a pimp, you a fairy

[Chorus:]

Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh

I choose you girl

[Bun B:]

Baby, you been rollin’ solo, time to get down with the team

The grass is greener on that other side, if you know what I mean

I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World

And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl

When I say my girl, I don’t mean my woman, that ain’t my style

Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile

We piling up the paper on the dining room table

‘Cause you able to realize I’m the truth and not a fable

We rocking Russian sable, keep that ‘chilla on the rack

What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?

I’m a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch

Put my pimpin’ in your life, watch ya daddy get rich

Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3

Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B

‘Cause what’s a ho with no pimp, and what’s a pimp with no hoes?

Don’t be a lame, you know the game and how it goes

We tryna get chose

[Chorus:]

OOOooooohhh Ooooooohhh

I choose you girl

[Big Boi:]

Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick or

Make my selection on who I choose to be wit’, girl

Don’t touch my protection, I know you want it to slip

But slippin’ is somethin’ I don’t do, tippin’ for life

That’s like makin’ it rain every month on schedule

Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella

‘Cause it’s gonna get wetter

Better prepare ya for the C support

She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she don’t

“Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn’t stop it

Slaughter-slaughterin’ of them pockets

Had to tie her to a rocket”

Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could

‘Cause he payin’ 20K a day, that bitch is eating good

Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump

‘Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump

“Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up

Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up

(Shit)”

[Chorus:]

Ooooohhhhh Ooooooohhh

I chose you girl

IIIIiiii

I chose you baby

UGK It’s Too Hard To Swallow

Open a book, let’s take walk through the mind of a trill one

Who will come from the left real fast, tryna kill one

Or two of you hoes, by just beatin’ ya black and blue

And if I miss while I’m shooting, I’m giving my gat to you, nigga

‘Cause I ain’t scared to rest in peace

So if you wanna buy death, then invest in me

‘Cause I don’t run from a gun, I’ll take the shot and the pain

My soul might go, but my trillness remains

And even if I got bloodstains on my clothes

Hangin’ on to life, I’ll still say, “Fuck you hoes”

So if thinking ’bout tryin’ to jack me up

I got 50,000 trill niggas to back me up, nigga

So smack me up if you think you got it like that

Shoot me all you want, I’ll be damned if I don’t fight back

Try to take mine, nigga, but I don’t forget

Gotta bring nuts to take nuts, and I got a six-pack

You want what’s mine, take me out or do what I did

Bullshit’s caught up in a muthafuckin’ hybrid

Fuck this, fuck that, fuck white, fuck black, and fuck hollow

I’m true to my shit, nigga, too hard to swallow

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Bitch, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Nigga, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Fool, too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Now, one by one, I see muthafuckas comin’, muthfuckas go

Half went out like soldiers, they other half went out like a hoe

But by act of due process, I’ve risen to fame

By kicking ass and taking muthafuckin’ names

Again and again, I’m given fame from my actions

But with the gat in my hand, I’m the muthafuckin’ man

And any nigga out that oppose this

Just step to the stage and get your ass taken out in a blind rage

I ain’t gave a fuck since birth, but for what the shit’s worth

Ain’t no need for me to finish if I ain’t comin’ out first

And if I curse or scream out loud and banned ’em

Muthafuckas might never see the bullet I’ma hand ’em

See, for every nigga out there that don’t like me or spite me

You can get your ass tore with a left and a right, G

‘Cause I’m down for my shit note for note, verse for verse

Line for line, rhyme for muthafuckin’ rhyme

With my nine, my niggas, my blunts and my nuts

I put the real in your face straight from the muthafuckin’ place

That I got it from, fool, ’cause I know that I’m bored

By you hoe ass niggas, pull your triggers

I’m too hard to swallow

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Bitch, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Nigga, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Fool, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Niggas always comin’ with that hoe shit

Knowin’ damn well they get they muthafuckin’ wig split

Pimp C, bitch, so what the fuck is up, hoe?

Somebody better tell him better act like he know

‘Cause I don’t owe a nann nigga not a nann muthafuckin’ dime

So he better get that shit in his muthafuckin’ mind

So don’t try to play me so close, kid

‘Cause you just might catch a .38 slug in your muthafuckin’ head

So fuck all the actin’ like the hoes, and fuck the snitches

‘Cause most of them niggas is just some jealous punk bitches

Yeah, I pulled your whole rope, step up to this hoe

And get your hoe ass neck broke

I need to check a few niggas in my town

That been broke and keein’ in my face and be claimin’ that they down

A lot of niggas don’t understand but I know a few follow

Hold up, bitch, because I’m too hard swallow

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Bitch, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Nigga, I’m too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

(Fool, too hard to swallow)

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga

Watch your back, nigga