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[3-2]
Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start selling crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick Thinking I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messing with, yeah My mama's only son But I live everyday like its my motherfucking last one Every nigga and they mama asking why But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die But if I die or should I say if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back selling crack and pack two clips When ya think about that you say "it'll be on" Its a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone One day you're here, baby But then you're gone (repeat) [Bun B] This world we living in man it ain't nothing but drama Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas getting shot for bombers Now they got yo life in the former they in like California Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana Gang banging got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw once before he died wished it was twice man I remember being eight deep off in Chucky crib Letting us act bad not giving a fuck what we did When we lost him I knew the world was coming to the end And I had to quit letting that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen for damn near ten But now it looks like when he come out man I'm going in So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fucking zone Cause one day you here but the next day you gone One day you here baby But then you're gone (repeat) [Pimp C] I'm up early cause ain't enough light in the daytime Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be looking shife so I look shife back Can't show no weakness with these bitches get yo life jacked Mayne its a trip where I stay especially for me This bitches trying to lock me up for the whole century They gave my boy down in Florida Dante nineteen I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I ain't no liar My man RoRo just lost his baby in a house fire And then when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away Man if you got kids show em you love em cause God just might call em home Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone |
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| 3. |
| 6:25 |
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TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD
One with a trigger two with a bat three big brothers, four want to squab with me, so i guess a brother gotta throw tell em like this you better get up out my camp dude before I have to pull a gat and get real rude i don't figure that its worth getting hurt just 'cause your gal wanna give me that skirt bet it feel funny when you doing 69 knowing that youre sipping all on my jimmy wine and when you get a kiss do you feel bad? knowing that you swallowed all the skeeter that i had? you want to step to me but i don't really think you should i shoulda shot you up instead i told you something good CHORUS ay yo! whats up with that bulge in yo khakis? you want to pack a gat but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me you better bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw 'cause by yourself you're running to the floor i seen yo kind before man you're nothing with yo hands more than a punk but still less than a man you talk a lot of nothing when you're chilling with the ladies let me catch you by yourself, you're pushing up some daisies see crazy you wanna be but punks with no heart, they ain't hard they just waiting for bun to pull they card |
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| 7:33 |
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| 5. |
| 6:45 |
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| 6. |
| 5:18 |
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| 7. |
| 5:23 |
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Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, bend over and let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Bend over and let me see it Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm from For all the hoes that we done did And the hoes that we ain't done From the ones that fuck for shrimp To the ones that fuck for cum If you ain't fittin' ta fuck, pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta fuck, Bun Hoes from the 'hood That live to keep it live And some office buildin' boppers Workin' 9 to 5 Ball, playa, baby, mama bitches But to me it ain't no thang Let that monkey hang Baby, let me see it See it, see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga see it Go'on and let a nigga peak And let a nigga poke Go'on get nigga from his street And let a nigga stroke See, I know that you a freak From passin' to my folk Let me bust it in yo' cheek You muthafuckin' choke It's nothin' but a G thang Baby, when you suck it Steady frontin' in yo' G string Go'on lemme fuck it See, we know that you a pro From shakin' and tuckin' 'Coz we some grown muthafuckas Like to get naked, buck it From the back, to the front And to the side In the 'lac, wit' a blunt Now, where the light? It's a fact I've seen it Lemme get in between it Now, over bend, once again Bitches, show it like ya mean it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it, got a Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it I'm sweet James Jones And a trick I couldn't be it Yo' a young brown stallion And she 20 years old When she pop it from the back You see that hairy asshole From the A-T-L hoes, to the H town strippers To the boppers in Deville Suckin' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make you feel When you see a pimp shine? Bitch, you wastin' too much time Get back up on yo' grind Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Let me see it, see it, see it Bend over, see it, see it I'm a country ass nigga I fucked wit' yo' wife If yo' bitch come around We put some dick in her life Niggas ain't real, must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down, 'cause they was bitin' too much pac But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground But what goes up, must come down While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground City, every town, I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' niggas bricks Keep a bad yellow bitch On my team, sippin' lean Ain't no thang of the past The '84 Beritz with the slant back ass Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo' Instead of stackin' cheese He steady screamin' to that hoe, let me see it Fuck ass nigga, fuck ass nigga Get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up, hol' up, UGK bitch Representin' that south, that south And this ain't no muthafuckin' Hip-Hop records These country rap tunes, hol' up |
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| 6:35 |
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Say nigga whatup nigga
How you doin with yo nigga We be ridin' we be rollin' We be fuckin bitches every mornin' Nigga don't mess with us UGK bitch that's us Fuck around and die that's the truth I ain't lyin' I ain't gotta lie gotta cry That's you bitch I see you smile Ain't a thang got 12 hoes Got a jag got a benz Niggas like us do whut? (whassup) Choppin' blades (chorus) We be choppin blades rollin' up in tha streets We be gettin drunk smokin' up in tha streets We be fuckin hoes up in my streets Its 'cause that jigga man ain't pimpin' anymore In these streets We chop blades And hot babes and right fo us and shit And bitch don't fuck round no mo I gotta blade gotta bitch Don't mess with our shit I don't play around when the time comes To be serious And the bitch wants me to cum in my cereal Killer that is with no fuckin soul The end is near bitch watch this shit as it goes [Chorus) Die bitch muddafucka I kill a punk muddafucka I hate em muddafuckaz They don't deserve bitch muddafucka This is rap bitch muddafucka So fuck yeah bitch that me UGK representin the shit in our streets [Chorus] Ye that's us Ye we doin' whut? Ye we choppin blades Should I could I? Hell ye We choppin blades Choppin blades Oh fuck yeah |
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| 4:34 |
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| 5:26 |
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| 4:24 |
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| 5:55 |
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