UGK Real Women

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

H-Town women (this is so soulful right now!)

Chocolate women (this is so soulful right now!)

New York, New York women (UGK, Raheem DeVaughn)

A-Town women (Kweli)

This is for Chi-Town women (my real women)

My Midwest women! (my Midwest women)

Down South women, the West Coast women

All of my women, whoo!

[Bun B:]

Now bein King of the Underground’s a title I wear with pride

Like my syrup and swisha can’t leave without it when I ride

Even though I’m the king of the city where I reside

I wouldn’t and couldn’t do it without my woman on my side

Sometimes I got it figured out, sometimes I’m confused

I win 9 times out of 10 but now and then I might lose

But no matter the road I choose and how the drama unfold

A playa always got his better half right on his shoulders

She gon’ hold me down to the fullest, rainy or sunny

She seen me ball out of control and dead broke with no money

So when the game got funny, she ain’t pack up and roll

She help me get back on my feet now man that’s way too cold

If you got a down woman wit’chu keepin it true

Don’t try to hate, appreciate her for the things that she do

This dedicated to the dedicated ladies that stand up

If you keep it real wit your man, then put your hand up, c’mon

[Chorus x2: Bun B (Pimp C)]

This for the real women (the solid ladies and the pros)

But the real women (that play the game like they suppose)

They the real women (the Queens holdin down they Kings)

They the real women (so go on girl do yo’ thang)

[Talib Kweli:]

(Uhh) I’m ’bout to spoil you, show you my gratitude

I love the all of you, even your attitude

Never gonna give you black-n-blues, that’s abuse I’m not that dude

Take it back to when I held yo’ hand and my name became yo’ back tattoo

I love the fact that you don’t need me to make you whole

Doin it fast or takin it slow, you know when to let me take control

And I apologize for puttin tears inside them eyes

When I wasn’t fair didn’t compromise, put you in fear when I told them lies

How I love to dive inside them thighs, I love your cockiness

Ain’t gonna ask if you roll in rap, you know this right it’s obvious

I’m an Underground King with a winner down Queen I’m fin’ to let her know

This ain’t about bling, this ain’t about cream, I never let her go

We smokin love (smokin love) you know what’s up (know what’s up)

This for the real women, that’s you? Throw it up

Cause your man’s so focused you rub your lips lovin the bub cause I open you up

You got my back whether broke or re-up in the crush limosine cause we rollin up

[Chorus]

[Pimp C: singing]

Uhh, you was down from the get-go

I put it down with them silly hoes

Ridin tryin to get the dirty do’

Didn’t know what my life was gon’ have in sto’

‘Til my karma came

And you was right there tryin to have my thangs

When the chips all fell down

You was the only one I had around

Saved my life when I was ’bout to drown

Girl you my queen, come and get your crown

Now I keep you with the nice thangs

VVS ice blings, 10-karat diamond rings

If I ain’t tell you with the biz

Girl you my baby ’til the end

And I’ma treat you like a king supposed

Keep you ridin Rolls slammin matchin do’s

[Chorus]

[Raheem DeVaughn:]

(Uhh) H-Town women

Chocolate women

New York, New York women

A-Town women

This is for Chi-Town women

My Midwest women!

Down South women, the West Coast women

All of my women, whoo!

UGK Trill Niggas Don’t Die

[talking:]

I pack that nine everytime, and I ain’t trying dying

Pussy nigga, I pack that nine everytime and I ain’t trying dying

[Hook: x4]

I just wanna celebrate

Cause trill niggaz don’t die

[Pimp C:]

Pussy nigga, thinking you gon kill me

I got some’ing for your ass, nigga you gon feel me

I’ma blow you out the water, with the 2-23

Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese

Nigga talking bout, robbing Chad

Run up on me with that first, will leave you stinking in the grass

If your calico to mask, if you Baptist go to church

See a hoe up in a nigga, gon pull up a skirt

That’ll be, some incredible shit

Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit

I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch

Go on try it I’m going live, they gon need a shovel for you bitch

[Hook x4]

[Z-Ro:]

I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot

But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot

In a dog eat dog world, y’all fellas be chasing girls

When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me

But I can’t help but to notice, I’m one of the coldest

And I know y’all haters love when I’m locked up, but I won’t lose focus

Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got

So lately my gun ain’t been hid, it’s been displayed a lot

My attitude is fucked up, I don’t give a fuck cause I just don’t give one

Thinking bout living a life where everything you do right is wrong, mo’fucker I live one

I know niggaz wanna kill me, but I’m still riding pride

Cause the Lord riding with me, and that’s the main reason why

[Hook x4]

[Pimp C:]

Some niggaz win, and some niggaz lose

Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying to blues

Some niggaz already lost, and ain’t gon lose no mo’

Big shoes hoe choose, ain’t paying dues no mo’

Everything y’all trying to do, I built a school hoe

Now it’s fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe

I was sagging in my khaki’s, ‘fore Dickies cool

Gangsta Nike’s on my feet, our music banging in the streets

The young B.G.’s, really love to thump

Fuck radio and BET, I’m out here bumping in the trunk

For the girls popping pussy, and the boys with the blow

Cadillac’ers and flat-backers, I’m out here repping for it hoe

[Hook x4]

[Bun B:]

Can’t any man, boy or woman take away my soul

It’s a gift given from God, and I’m keeping a tight hold

The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same

But I’ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game

Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up

They laying boys down, they future they scooping up

We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking

In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking

Put my work in on the reg’, the powder in the keg

A dragging society, don’t borrow don’t beg

For tomorrow so gon ‘head with your pity, I’ma be cool

Kindergardeners was looking up to me, in pre-school

Down with Pimp C fool, and P-A-T the town

Representing it to the fullest, till I’m gone I hold it down

Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie

So if you ask for the truth, I’ma reply to trill niggaz don’t die

UGK Touched

Listen up I got a story to tell

Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell

Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell

Say man,listen up I got a story to tell

[Bun B:]

Now once upon a time not long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe

Now this is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy

But a pussy having no goddamn sense, try’na push me

He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes

Hatin’ like a baby mama ’cause I’m payin’ my dues

Tryin’ to hold on to my little chunk but not a punk in the parking lot bumping his gums

With his ki’s in the trunk, oh what I’m supposed to jump ’cause you got a pump

You aimin’ that bitch in the sky you chump

Point that motherfucker this way and dump

Oh what you scared to go to the penn

Thinkin’ them niggas gon tap your rump

Man I thought he played bold but he ain’t even fuss

Man the nigga was way swole actin’ like he wanted to buss

But his trigger stayed cold I wasn’t surprised

I recognized that fast breathin’ and fear in his eyes

Unmask his disguise a sheep in wolf’s clothing

On their prey, he tried to hunt the hunter

And got hunted down his goddamn self in V-A

Niggas it’s where we stay

Ain’t none of that K-K-K’n or playin’ so see a

Or e up out your life or you test yourself

And make a nigga break you off a piece to rest yourself

Oh yes your health is what’s in question

And I hope this ass whippin’

Teach you a motherfuckin’ lesson

Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

‘Cause deep down in the South boy’s come up cold

Talkin’ down on my name and what it’s all about

You niggas better get some cut and get my name out

‘Cause I dunno why you have plex with me

Testin’ me but I’ma pull my ship and let you see

That all that carry the jack ain’t able to survive

So you haters need to quit with that bull bustin’

And take another ride

[Bun B:]

Niggas jumped and crossed the line

The movies got the boy fucked up in the mind

Not to mention the wine and the codeine syrup combined

Easy access to 9s

And shit talkin hoes that’s fine

And all they got time for is four swisher dimes

Commititing crimes amped off water

And some exaggerated rhyme

So if bein’ hard ain’t in your heart

Then don’t start niggas’ll tear your weak mind apart

[Pimp C:]

Bitchy old man talkin’ to me like I’m in school

He don’t know I hang with killers we’ll erase that fool

Wouldn’t give a fuck about him but he kin to my son

If you think I’m that nigga then you picked the wrong one

Cause I live by the gun die by the gun

Hot bullets burn some say that can get ya stunned

So raise your own children and don’t try to raise mine

And when you see me step with caution cause I’m bustin’ for mine

Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

You done crossed the line now and you will get fucked

I already told you before but you ain’t barring that

So this time I tell you man I go’ fi erase you off the map

Such a shame but it’s all in the game

And since the early 60’s aint a damn thing changed

We got haters over here and haters over there

But I got my pistol and it ain’t pointed in the air

[Pimp C:]

I see you trippin’ off that water and you feel like you bad

‘Cause yo bitch done chose a pimp and that pimp was Chad

I see you hurt ’cause I fucked your girl

Put big dick in her world and bust nuts in her curls

When I hit it from the back she said baby I can’t take it

You a simp ass nigga you told that bitch that you love her

But I’m straight up fuckin’ the pussy like that nigga off in colors

But I ain’t get shot cause you ain’t shootin’ shit

The best thing you can do is go and try and beat that bitch

‘Cause this man’s style showstopper pistol popper you ain’t ready

If I let this hot thing hit you fool, your stomach like spaghetti

Fool you talkin’ loud but you move too slow

Tellin’ niggas all your plans got you tied up in a van

Nigga what the fuck is up in the place to be

First I want the money nigga then I want the fuckin’ ki’s

Kidnap robbery ’cause you said you wanted me dead

Since you want a nigga dead

Buck that bitch off in his head

Just like E-40 nigga I be comin’ fed

Got the sawed off pump with night vision infrared

So play me like a pussy and you will get fucked

Nigga I’m hangin’ out the truck b-buck buck

Hit your nigga in the leg hit your bitch in the gut

But we know where your ass stay

So your ass will get touched

Speak the wrong words I’m high on them herbs

And you will get touched cause yo ass deserve

To get bucked real bad in front of your kids

Just to show you what a real type bitch you is

And it’s your boy Mr. 3 to the 2 forever stayin’ true

Just a player man cool and I gotta tell it to the

Whole wide world how you got bitched razor necked just like

A motherfuckin’ girl

UGK 976-Bun B

[phone being dialed]

[rings]

[Bun B]

Yeah, 976-Bun B

That new shit for ninety-two

All you niggaz peep this one

Check it out

Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a gat

Cause the dick’s hangin low, and it’s still fat

But ain’t shit whack so you better pull a quick guard

This shit is live enough to make your MOMMA’S dick hard

(C’mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip

for live shit comin from Bun B’s lips

And I’m givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut

gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications

Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two

Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you

Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place

??, then bust in your face

Yeah niggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile

Your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial

Now you’re swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up

You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill’ up

She might be shit to you, cause dude give her pay G

But pussy get played out, and pussy comes daily

As long as your game be strong ain’t no thang

My phone always rang cause of the dope shit I sang

Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain’t no lettin go

The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so

I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in

The hoe starts lickin that dick and pretty soon

I’m stickin that ass, like a fool in the bed

All I can see, is the top and back of your head

It ain’t about conversation or make that hit

On a first name basis hoe that ain’t bout shit!

Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack

I hit the room from the front, the ass from the back

And yo it ain’t about the phone call, this about the nut’n

So let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton

See, quiet storm done put a notch on your belt

And when it’s over, I don’t wanna hear how it felt

I’m just pullin off my rubber, takin a bath

Gettin dressed to reminisce of how I cut ya in half

It’s all in the day of an Underground fool

So dial the digits and I’m divin in that ass like a pool

But when I get wet BITCH, I won’t be drownin

I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin

Or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this

Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless

You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball

And if I keep on fuckin, you’ll keep on callin

And I’ll be playin you, when you think you’ll be playin me

It’s just pussy games with some help from AT&T

So if you need a dick to be real friendly

Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bitch!

[phone being dialed]

[busy signal to fade]

UGK Take It Off

Take it off..

Baby take it alll.. off..

[Pimp C]

Uhh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it

If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it

Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside

It ain’t enough room to fit dem guls in my ride

It’s onna, work somethin, twerk somethin basis

Makin big change, dancin in them tricks faces

She sleep in the day, but bump some booty at night

You kiss that thang and I’m out, cause she been playin with my pipe

Now get your mind right, hater, you a simp (a simp)

And I’m a red hot undercover pimmmmmp (pimmmmp)

that make them guls get down on the flo’, on the flo’

Like a real live money makin pro, uhh

[Chorus: Pimp C]

You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH

And let a first class nigga break you off, chick

You gotta take it off, take it off, UNH

And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick

[Bun B]

Unh..

It was a Secret that Victoria tried to hide

A little sly delight, I done pushed my pride aside

just to slide inside, man I done died tonight

Now what I’m ‘sposed to do? Been got close to you

Lookin like a poster to, don’t wanna boast but you Missus

do a Dr. Feelgood, lay a playa real good

Limpin came back, and it was still good, she will

put a few tips in her mouth, that’s that definition

of them true chicks in the South, let me do my thang

on the cool quick to the crotch, get the beds but guess what?

We kickin them hot, shakin it soft, shoulda been here

She did eight and the law, but you was late and you lost

Man she was takin it off

[Chorus]

[Pimp C]

I’m sitting, touchin’ with my diamonds on, and man I

miss that boy Pac, sippin’ liquor tryin’ to grip the chrome

I keep a chip off in my cell phone, they used to call me Pimp C

but now the chicks they call me James Jones

And if I skip I’m back to D-slangin, keep them boys nod-headed

Keep the boppers with they butts swangin

I used to be the young playa holdin

Now I leave them guls with they jellyroll swollen, I’m rollin

[Chorus]

[Bun B]

Comin direct from the Gentlemen’s, full of that flint again

Live on stage fellas, this is Cinnamon

Fine, Black and feminine, I’m fin to win, look at the sin I’m in

Full of hallucinogens, me her and her friends

Now the venom in my snake, wanna poison

Come in with a brother and the boys and

make sure you don’t forget to bring the toys and

we stuck it check it, we gots to keep em gettin bucked naked

Makin it soft, we keep these boppers takin it off

[Chorus x2]

[Pimp C]

Hold up

UGK Wood Wheel

[Pimp C:]

Uh…whuuuut (hehe)

Smoke somethin’, bitch…smoke somethin’…

[Pimp C:]

I’m up early ’cause my nigga

Don’t sell dope after night time.

Love choppin’ blades, rollin’ hooptie

‘N move the dope through the pipeline

Pimp C, bitch…holla at yo’ bitch,

Now yo’ bitch on my team;

Got her buyin’ us sticky green

Lace some with promythazine

Candy sweets, a candy bitch,

You lookin’ at a candy boy.

I done came down Main and popped trunk;

Hit the switch on my candy toy.

We all young ghetto boyz,

That’s why we act this way.

Tryin’ to see a million dollars,

Hopin’ these niggas don’t blast today.

[Bun B:]

Pro smoke, pro choke,

Anti-broke, conservative liberal

Left-wing slangin’, right-wing hangin’

In criminal court, it’s civil.

In the middle of re-al-it-y

Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,

Knockin’ over fat cats,

And gettin’ my thoughts off bits and kibbles.

On note pads I scribble,

Write rippers that’ll make you think.

Snap so hard it’ll break your synchronicity,

Fuck it, take it, trick,

I fake it…blink ‘n poof

We disappearin’ into a shroud of dozier

Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger’s

But, bitch, I tried to told ya…

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Rollin’ Seville (rollin’ Seville),

Grippin’ my steal (grippin’ my steal),

My Tahoe real, man, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),

House on the hill (house on the hill),

Countin’ up my scrill, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

Nigga, how you feel (nigga, how you feel),

I feel so trill (I feel so trill),

Might pop me a pill, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

House on the hill (house on the hill),

Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),

Grippin’ my steal, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

[Bun B:]

They tellin’ me, “Bun don’t go there”

But, man, I just gots to bring it.

These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas,

But scared to sing it.

They don’t know what that star ’bout

They don’t know what that bar ’bout

They don’t know what that candy car ’bout

Or smokin’ that joint ’bout.

All they know is what the fuck I tell ’em

Or what the fuck we sell ’em

Smokin’ Swishers, wood grain,

And leavin’ stains on cerebellums.

Rebellum, propell ’em, gel ’em

From P.A. to Deep Ellum.

Tell ’em I tol’ ’em

Wrote ’em, fuck it, phone ’em

To hell to heaven.

[Pimp C:]

I just spent 60 G’s

On a brand new Eldo-reeze:

Black-on-black, drop top ‘lac;

Northstar fifth wheel on back.

Sometimes I feel like Lil’ Ke

When my trunk steady hummin’

Had to leave my bitch

‘Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman.

I love my wood wheel Grant,

’84 Cadillacs that slant,

Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock,

Blowin’ on Green private stock.

Bitch, I don’t eat hamhocks,

Try 20-ounce Angus beef.

Hangin’ with young niggas, that pack big triggas,

‘N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth.

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),

Candy Seville (candy Seville),

Might pop a pill, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel (workin’ wood wheel).

House on the hill (house on the hill),

Flexin’ mils (flexin’ mils),

Countin’ up my scrill, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

Comin’ down so trill (comin’ down so trill),

Nigga, how you feel (Nigga, how you feel)?

Might pop a pill, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

Grippin’ the steal (grippin’ the steal),

Nigga, I’m so real (Nigga, I’m so real).

Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I’m workin’ wood wheel.

[Bun B:]

Smokin’ on bionic, ubonic chronic…it’s so ironic.

Sippin’ gin and tonic: supersonic like Johnny Mneumonic.

We crash your party, piss on your parade,

Sip syrup like it’s Lemonade

From Paris to the Palasades to the Prominade.

Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it’s plain as day.

That’s the game we came to play,

It don’t change, ain’t a thang to say.

[Pimp C:]

It’s goin’ down in the H-Town,

Young playa from the South ’bout to blaze a pound;

Tryin’ to find me a bopp with some good mouth…

I know you freaky bitches know what I’m talkin’ ’bout.

Ain’t got no time to play, girl;

Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk.

Bitch, didn’t you know who the fuck I was,

Off in the street, lookin’ for the good stuff?

Bitch, I don’t give a fuck about yo’ man, so

Bitch tryin’ to fuck fast, I’ma fuck slow.

How the fuck you’re gonna out-fuck James, ho?

Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go.

[Bun B:]

Gettin’ ready fo’…head doctors, show shockers, body rockers,

Late-night do’ knockers…

Gotta break us off big pimpin’, baby, we ho clockers,

Bitch bosses, takin’ no losses, best go ask aks Lil’ Wee-wee.

Baby brother, Sweet James Jones: guerilla pimpin’ at its finest.

Leavin’ haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us…

[Pimp C:]

Touched like Midas, these bitch-ass niggas they study and bite us.

Couldn’t not recite us, come to our show,

And bitch niggas try to fight us.

Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave…

How the fuck you’re gonna go to war

When you bitch-ass niggas ain’t got no cheese?

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Blowin’ big kill (blowin’ big kill),

Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals),

Nigga, I’m so trill, bitch, I’m workin’ wood wheel…

Uh…puttin’ down one time for the king, Lil’ J

Smoke somethin’, bitch.

UGK Top Drop Dyne

Top drop down when I’m ridin through the town

[Chorus:]

Top drop down when I’m ridin through the town

Top drop down when I’m ridin through the town (swangin on fo’s)

Top drop down, top top drop down

Top top drop down when I’m ridin through the town

Top drop down when I’m ridin through the town

Top drop down when I’m ridin through the town (swangin-swangin on fo’s)

Top drop down, top top drop down

Top top drop down when I’m ridin through the town

[Pimp C:]

When the top starts fallin the bitches start callin

My trunk start bangin and the fo’s start crawlin

The drank mixed up, in the cream soda bottle

Her lips, hit my dick that’s why I smashed on the throttle

Swisha Sweet candy, Robert Davis in my cup

I’m swervin like Bootsy but I couldn’t give a fuck (fuck)

You see this car? (You see this car?)

You see this truck? (You see this truck?)

They both for me now watch them girls get buck (buck)

Ain’t shit friendly but we still have fun (fun)

UGK for life, you know the Pimp and the Bun (Bun)

The great state of Texas, candy in the Lexus

Dick for them hoes jaws, pistols for the flexers

Somebody asked me why I’m ridin on the East

All I did was told the truth, the bullshit niggaz cease (cease)

If you ain’t hatin nigga why the fuck you mad?

If your records ain’t sellin, get your fingers out ya ass, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]

Well it’s the king of the trill (trill) wood wheel in my palm (palm)

Yeah I’m sittin sideways on suedes smokin that bomb (bomb)

The granddaddy kush mixed with a little O.G. (fo’ sho’)

That’s my breakfast, off top I gotta blow three

Not to mention codeine, liquid and the pill (pill)

Bloats on my grill with my hand on my steel (steel)

Just another day in the life of a King

So while the candy paint drip, and the Cadillac swing

I’ma gon’ and pop the trunk, surely but slowly

Let you see my name in lights, just so you know me

I’m gettin more points than Kobe, for my G-ness

Regardless of who’s comin after me you gon’ see list

Rims ain’t big enough, paint don’t glisten

And your trunk don’t even rattle from your Colby Jet system (no)

Your slab ain’t holdin, ain’t no use to you frontin

And I’m fin’ to shut the game down when I push the button

And the.. [echoes]

[Chorus]

[Cory Mo:]

Swangin on fo’s nigga, uhh

Back on the slab for the first time, I’m full of that purp’ nine

Boys mad at me cause I know what I’m worth now

Droppin them tops down, beatin the blocks down

Leavin ’em with they mouth wide, stuck at the stop sign

Blow-Pop candy paint glistenin off my panky rang

Listenin to some old school Underground Kiiiiingz

So you know I’m sittin on swaaaaang

Cory Mo about to do the damn thaaaaang

In the butter guts with the diamond in the back

King Kongs in the trunk, hit the switch and watch it crack

I’ma let my paper stack and quote nothin but facts

So don’t “ax” me nothin partner ‘less you droppin some cash (cash)

Now she hoppin it fast (fast) that’s just how I like it (like it)

Turn around and show me somethin girl I’m gettin excited (oooh)

Ain’t nobody trippin cause the money already made

I done said it befo’, so I’ma say it again

And let my top drop dowwwwwn

[Chorus]

UGK Protect & Serve

(fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police)

[Pimp C:]

Mr. copper mr. copper can we speak?

How many niggas do you beat down in a week?

And do you get a kick when you beat a nigga down with that mutha fuckin stick

So you can suck a nigga dick

Rodney king really fucked me up at first

But at least he didn’t go home in no herse

Alotta niggas did, alotta niggas die

Cause (bang bang bang) with yo mutha fuckin 9

But no me pappy, ill cap that badge

A ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yea

So don’t even think about tryn to play me bitch

Ill gat ya down with my fuckin .38 ya bitch

Ya got suga in ya nuts just like them grip niggas

Ain’t shit without that stick and that fuckin trigga

And yo I think it is my duty

To slice some laws thoroughly, cause they killed my nigga rudey and I don’t think that’s right

[Chorus:]

The policemen are your friends

(but all my niggas say)they’re here to protect and serve

The policemen are your friends

(and all my niggas say)they’re here to protect and serve

[Bun B:]

I try to keep my face off the street

Cause that 99 always wanna swear

It was me at the scene of the crime,I wasn’t there

Bitch, I was at home with blistered feet

Soaking my dogs, with my gal smoking a swisher sweet

But before I could put my nikes back on

I pulled to the curb by some blue and white tryn to get there jack on

Even though I had the right inspection

Tricka they still dick a nigga like an erection

Lookin for a mutha fuckin criminal, he ain’t here

Pussy mutha fuckas, what color you painting fear

But you can color me bad

Like them crackas and there choking

But understand the real when its smoking

I’m loccin and smokin, niggas is fightin fast

Now your lil trifling ass is doomed to feel the boom of my titan of class

So with my 9 ill buck up a trick

And a crooked cop just might get shot

Just for the fuck of it

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]

Fuck the fast laws, make ya blow on the trigga squeeze

I don’t want to kill a cop

I just wanna bust that nigga in his knees

And watch him squirm and squeal as I buck him there

Get down on the floor ho you ain’t goin no fuckin where

One in yo arms, yo knees, yo shoulda

I’m laughin like joka, now turn your punk ass over, bitch

But this ain’t for my brotha

Its strictly for my niggas whose triggas died undercover, no lovas motha fuckas

Suck a dick, imma let you tell it

Bird state you be diggin all yall ass

And yall know ya wanna smell it

Fools, so gon take a sniff

And right before ya choke, catch the smoke

From the chrome and the spliff

[Pimp C:]

Out, nigga, from the clic that don’t stop

Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks

So call (_some_mother_fuckers_name_edited_) and tell him what I said

I know ya got a vest so I’m aiming at your head

Bloody, red, I’m going to your funeral I’m spraying hoes with lead

Fuck respect for the mother fuckin dead

Cause I don’t give a fuck about a punk ass fed

I’m splittin niggas wigs and leavin pussies on they head

And ill be god damned if I don’t get (_name_edited_) they gonna want to come and get em

So ashes to ashes and bless his soul

Now bend his ass over so I can fuck him with his stick in his ass hole

[Chorus]

UGK Harry Asshole

[Pimp C:]

Got a young brown stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that hairy asshole

Got a young red stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young yellow stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young white stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

You can shave off ya pussy

You can whack yo shit smooth

But if you do bitch then my dick a never move

You hoes in the game but you bitches is lame

Because you don’t know the score

You a stupid ass ho

Im’a show you what the deal you need a 4 inch comb

So you can get yo money right

Get yo fuckin paper on

Cause the tricks in the street

They wanna bury they meat

In a whole bunch of hair and eat a bitch derriere

Pimps up hoes down like the fuckin movie says

All these other motherfuckers talkin’ down

Them bitches dead

I’mma tell ya what time it is in the South

Young girls gettin’ paid, puttin’ dicks in their mouth

You can suck on my nut

But you ain’t never gonna break me

Cuz these other motherfuckers don’t know they can’t shake me

I’m a real

You a motherfuckin’ faker

I got bitches on the track

Sellin’ tricks their moneymakers

Got a young brown stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that hairy asshole

Got a young red stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young yellow stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young white stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

[Bun B:]

Well it’s Big Bun B AKA your big daddy

Comin’ down on the big body benz or the caddy

Smokin’ on the patty, filled up with the good

Grippin’ on the grain, drippin’ stains in the hood

Leather and the wood, pretty lady and the chrome

Comin’ down on the fo’s, gettin’ my shine on

So when you see me leanin’ on the buck with the stitch

Hide yo’ ho’, cuz I probably finna fuck with your bitch

So when I’m in corner

With my playa-ass persona

Put my pimpin’ game up on her

Guarantee that she’s a gonner

Easy for you to get her but it’s harder to keep

When that real pimpin’ hit your boulevard on the creep

Now nigga you can beat, put dope in they lungs

But it don’t even matter

I finna scatta’ with ya hoes

Don’t hate the playa, hate the game

You know how it goes

Now go on and keep it pimpin

And send me the bitch clothes

[Pimp C:]

Got a young brown stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that hairy asshole

Got a young red stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young yellow stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young white stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

[Webbie:]

Well excuse me, let me introduce me

It’s young Peezy got me leanin’ in here like a G

Every time I come to PA

I hook up with B

And we smash up the A-Town for some bad b’s

Purple trees, I believe I’mma get my cheat on

20 thousand dolla’ mink

They thought I was Sweet Jones

Red bone, pretty thong

She done got me feelin’ on

I’m really strong, clear as stones

Man a nigga really on

[Lil Boosie:]

I got a bad yellow bitch

When she bust it back it’s pink

Her pussy hair softer than the feathers on my mink

Fresh outta school, ball up in this

Young, and super fine

Told her how to rub my nuts when I fuck her from behind

I ain’t lying, she a dime

And she be ’round all them bad hoes

She love when I rub my hands ‘cross her ass ho’

Pretty brown, pretty face, pretty toes

She a stallion and she stay on all fours

Lookin’ back

[Pimp C:]

Got a young brown stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that hairy asshole

Got a young red stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young yellow stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

Got a young white stallion and she twenty years old

When she pop it from the back you see that harry asshole

UGK Like A Pimp

[Scratching: “Like a pimp”]

[Bun B]

Say bitch I’m thinking of a master plan

And I’m bringing this paper faster than

These other lil bastards can

So I’m digging in my mind for the bitches I broke

And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain’t no joke

You want to pop that pussy that’s a slim ass chance

Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance

This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards

No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock balling rappers

Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers

But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck

You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now what the fuck part of the game taught y’all that bitch play

See we makes a bitch pay

Like a bitch weigh

And then a bitch stay

Wouldn’t sit still

Fuck how this shit feel

This ain’t studio pimping

This shit real pimping

[Chorus #1: Pimp C]

I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)

And you know that we couldn’t give a fuck (give a fuck)

I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)

And the game that we go don’t stop (don’t stop)

I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)

And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)

And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)

And bitch you know that it ain’t about this rap (ain’t about this rap)

[Bun B]

To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal

Nigga that ain’t the way a bitch supposed to feel

I close the deal from the front door

Fuck me right and suck me tight

And you just might hit the blunt hoe

I don’t stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby

But don’t be acting all saditty with class baby

You with a nigga such as my self it’ll cost you

So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser

[Pimp C]

Sweet Jones, gripping grain

With all that shit you talk ain’t got no bezatine chain

And most of y’all niggaz ain’t nothing but tricks

But we sipping lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills, work the wood wheel

Fuck where you’re from and fuck how you feel

If you want to go to war I’ll take you to war

I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car

[Chorus #2: Pimp C]

I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)

And you know that we couldn’t give a fuck (give a fuck)

I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)

And the game that I got don’t stop (don’t stop)

I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)

And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)

And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)

And bitch you know that it ain’t about this rap (ain’t about this rap)

Bitch niggaz getting hit in the front (in the front)

I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt)

And everyday young boys that’s paid (that’s paid)

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades)

[Juicy J]

I’m always trying to put in work

Niggaz wanna do my dirt

Balling down on Beale Street

Sipping on a pint of syrup

Chopping up the chronic weed

Picking all the fucking seeds

Trying to slow my roll

In my trunk I got them fucking keys

Always riding Chevy things

Shining on them twanky things

Kids I’m a role model

Police I’m a dope man

Can’t forget to check my traps

Got me cheese a player slap

People say that pimping dead

Never has it left my mouth

Optimos a fifth of crown

Red eyes with a frown

Niggaz with them gold teeth

Fast talking on the town

Some of us are under cover

Make your baby mama love us

Knot in my right pocket

Left pocket got them rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch

Stuffed shirt plastic glock

Back pocket Chevy keys

Ready for the brain wash

I’mma go pimp a bitch

I’mma like wicked witch

Always got to watch your friends

Backstabbers cause a snitch

[DJ Paul]

Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind

The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends

You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes

Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes

What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked

Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck

Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper

Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her

I ain’t mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl

Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain’t my world

Bitch I’ll tell you what your job and your job nonstop

I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch

I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys

On knees and Bentley’s, mozzarella cheese

Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking

And I ain’t trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!)

[Chorus #2]

[Pimp C]

Hold up, hold up