UGK Album

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[Pimp C:]
Ugh
Styin' on the grind, I been down for mine
Steady Pushin' white at 16
Fuckin' hoe that's fine, smokin' on the kind
Used to mix the wine with the lean
Now we sip soda with the Barre
20 inch blades on the car
Choppin' on the road, blowin' on the dro
Shinin' in the sun like a star
You can't stay rich if you a bitch cause hoes can't hold no bread
Fuck, 2 million niggas need a daddy other pussy niggas just scared
Tell your bitch to let me get some head
You ain't no pimp I knew you was a clone
I already hit nigga, it ain't shit nigga, I done left your bitch alone

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Bun B:

PA is the town, where it's goin' down, West side to the East it's off the chain
I'm bangin' my surround, swangin' on these clowns, candy paint is drippin' leavin' stains
You see the diamonds grippin' on the grain, chrom-ed lady sittin' on the grill
Leanin' down the fifth, smokin' on the fif , drop the top and let em' see the trill
UGK 4 Life, you better ask your wife, she'll tell you Bun and Pimp the real
Light, back the knife so if you actin' schife then Imma give you somethin' you can feel
Don't make me have to go and pull the steel
I cock it back and then I let it go
And put one in your dome, cuz I be puttin' on, for my city better let it know

ooh ay ay
ooh ay ay
ooh ay ay
its akon and ugkayyy
and ugkayyy
and ugkayyy
its akon

that girl she got me the way she movin in place
bendin over spreadin nigga all that ass in my face
she got me hard as hell
got me pokin like a nail
she got me hard as hell
i cant control it cant you tell baby

show me whatcha workin with
ever got knocked out on a brotha kid
i keep a gold magnum rubber with some k-y
tryna see where im cummin from get it in your eye (in your eye)
i like when ya get downnn like a 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 aint pimp hes a clone
wanna eat my dick when it smell my cologne
im 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 nigga all that ass in my face
she got me hard as hell
got me pokin like a nail
she got me hard as hell
i cant control it cant you tell baby

she was 36 24 40
centerfold stallion uh life of the party
all eyes on her and that goes for me too
five inch heels and a dress thats 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 dont wanna wake
and if this is as good as it seems commone you gotta shake
the bodys not real it look like crunk drew her
if she dont step to me im 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 im 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 cuz baby girl gots ta know

that girl she got me the way she movin in place
bendin over spreadin nigga all that ass in my face
she got me hard as hell
got me pokin like a nail
she got me hard as hell
i cant control it cant you tell baby

the boyz we mean they on bended knee
make it dissappear you want the texas T
girls in france like texas d
they soo ooo lala a wee wee wee
mercee voku baby girl you know you
got the hot butter my knife gotta go through
sometimes it cuts slow sometimes it cut quick
it dont matter cuz its 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 nigga all that ass in my face
she got me hard as hell
got me pokin like a nail
she got me hard as hell
i cant control it cant you tell baby


that girl she got me the way she movin in place
bendin over spreadin nigga all that ass in my face
she got me hard as hell
got me pokin like a nail
she got me hard as hell
i cant control it cant you tell baby

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You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
But the game been good to meeeee...
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
But the game been good to meeeee...

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul
You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes
You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
They already know you got shit on your name
Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain
Take yo' piece, rings and watch
You play rich, boy you need to stop
I ain't dissin nobody, no particular name
Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH!

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(Pussy nigguuuh...)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
I write what I see, what I do, and what I know
And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
Now whether at a show, in the booth, or on the street
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin mouth
'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance
Some niggaz just ball with' a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread
You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head
Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it
Click clack, motherfucker!

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(Pussy nigguuuh...)

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
You got caught with that work on 10
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
But he took 15, befo' you could tell
He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell
I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five?
Who you had to fuck to give back that time?
Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN MIND?
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
If the feds hit me, I'm a hit yo' ass BACK!
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!

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(Smoke sum'hin, bitch...)

[Chorus 2: Pimp C singing]
Got caught with the shit, twenty years
Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch...
The game been good to meeeee...
(Hol' up, bitch!)
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough...
The game been good to meeeee...
(Pussy nigguuuh...)

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