(Addiction:) Watch us bulldoze your spot, and make your heartbeat stop Got a mean overhand, oh yeah you will get dropped Upper cuts combination, please don't get slid Give this fuck boy a earshot, now he hearing the kick Better have your shit in order, when you fuck with my click We got shit you never seen, don't get rocked in this bitch Ay-ay, my click been the elite DSR in thr building, don't get stuck to the beat These hoes ass niggaz in the club, think they swift on they feet I got them niggaz on watch, oh yeah you will get beat Burn these niggaz like sweets, call me Smoking Joe Got a jab for your ass, please don't step to me bro And don't come to the flo', we got guerrillas at war We on the Vietnam shit, we leave your head on the floor Why you acting all hard, we'll pick up your chin We giving dome shots out, my click came in to win
(Hook:) I'm real (I'm real), you a hoe (you a hoe) Stop talking, nigga meet me on the flo' - 2x Meet me on the flo', meet me on the flo' If you want a problem, nigga meet me on the flo' - 2x
(Tite:) I don't know what these niggaz tripping on, maybe it's what they sipping on D-Town the murder cap, your ass gon wind up missing homes Big Tite don't play games, riders never say names Keep your P's and Q's in order, I'm always on my A game Come to war with a big gorilla, 4-5's mo' triggas Show your ass this magic trick, hit the flo' nigga I don't care what you talking bout, come down to the flo' with it Like a snake tight on your ass, basement just like fo' hit it And you better warn them niggaz, I'm King Kong with scrilla They want beef, then watch us heat filet-mignon them niggaz Plex is not a issue, go on your mama miss ya Now may the Lord bless ya soul, family need a tissue This that rider music, haters they get mad Come to the flo', and I'ma pop a can of whip ass See I'm a real nigga, and you's a hoe nigga That's why your face need fixing, cause it's broke nigga
(Hook)
(Big Tuck:) G'eah, Big Tuck's the name I make niggaz get low, like a C4 bang Squirell with a nigga, jabs come like trains And niggaz are rams, see we don't play games Ay nigga, fuck your click Your whole squad are some pussies, mine's running this bitch G'eah, I ain't gon say no mo' I'ma find one talking, and put his face on the flo' My whole team, stay ready I'm way too heavy, I'm like boxing a Cheve Nigga, bring your game Miss me with that talking, you better bring your swangs This how, we do that there Fuck your feelings, we do not play fair We straight, mopping you hoes It's gon be another gang, when you walk out them do's
(talking:) Ay what's up mayn, this your boy Big Tuck Ad-Tuck-Hitler, Hurricane Tuck and Paul Wall This what I want my dope boys to do I know we got a lot of dope boys out there Everybody know, we got money down here We gon put the new shit up, and we gon jump in a old school Lac And we gon dip on these hoes, g'eah-g'eah
(Big Tuck:) I swear, I'm the freshest nigga moving GT roof down, cruising Gucci loc's on, peeping bitches choosing Tispy on the dance floor, grooving Seeing niggaz hating, cause I'm shining Got money in my pockets, I don't mind em Yeah nigga, peep this watch Peep this chain, my shine don't stop I'm dope man fresh The J's on point, heavy crease the Guess The chain on the chest, hoes obsessed They finally get to meet, the Big Tuck in the flesh She's watching, I know that I got her Three karat studs in the ear, she know I'm a rider And, it's just like that The Benz in the garage, I'm bout to jump in the Lac
(Hook: x2) Dipping in the Lac, with the do's rose up Hoe-hoes froze up, cause the do's rose up Ho-ho-hopping out the Lac, and the chain froze up Rose gold up, rose-rose gold up
(Paul Wall:) Pull up to the club, bout twelve cars deep All dripping candy paint, with some glassy ass feet I keep the trunk waving, and that dro stay blazing With the nine tucked tightly, at them haters misbehaving I'm a hard hitter like Greg Blue, setting trends and squashing noise Pulling up in some candy toys, strutting the parking lot with poise You see them karats on my wrist, and all around my neck With nothing less than flawless diamonds mayn, what you expect I got a lot of charms, I got a lot of chains I got a lot of grills, and nan one of em look the same Swang and bang in my candy car, boppers wanna know who we are Street veterans and mic wreckers, we certified young ghetto stars Popping bottles that's just for fun, popping trunk that's in my blood Candy paint might cause a flood, please don't spill my cup of mud You know we stay balling, cause we keep grinding for that bread Swishahouse it's Paul Wall, and I'm G-Boy fresh until I'm dead
(Hook x2)
(Big Tuck:) I'm dope man fresh, dope man fresh Chain on the chest, I'm dope man fresh Dope man fresh, dope man fresh Hopping out the Lac, staying dope man fresh - 2x I'm a certified, wood gripper I'm a old school, candy paint Lac flipper Got the bang on, and the screens lit Got the dro going, satellite kit What you know, about the mink guts And the motor, that'll drag race a school bus Just, got the paint job touched up On the freeway, riding with them do's up
[Chorus: x2] I'm a do some'ing bad to ya, cause you's a motherfucking hoe I see you at a club, in the middle of the flo' I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with I'm a tussle with ya, hope you got your niggas with you
Motherfucker better clear the path I feel the wrath, cause Tuck-N-Roll gon burn your scalp Hoe niggas try to give me dap, but the see the flames like a witch's craft It's about that time respect my mind, I'm one of a kind Put that iron down buck em down, these jabs flying voodoo of mind We gon keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts Nigga my whole team drunk, waiting for the rest your click throwing up I'm gon drop a bitch, security ain't stopping this Real niggas get pop-a-liss, right and drop a rhynoserous See we all about pain you niggas is lame, we ahead of the game Out of my tool is a train, we searching for change you hating on fame
Now, some of these ugly ass girls in herr Think they too fly, to say what's up to a nigga I want you to look at that and hoe and say
Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you) Fuck you (fuck you), fuck you (fuck you) Now drop that trick, (drop that trick) Drop that trick, (drop that trick) Drop that trick, (drop that trick) drop that trick
[Chorus: x2]
Hold up purple one, let O-Tum invade the cut And lean on a nigga, like (the drank up in my cup) Everybody make room, I'm bout to cave his chest in And make his eyes swell up, to where his edge up begin Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame I ain't never played sports, therefor I don't play games Better ask these dudes, I will rock a nigga ass And if your click pop off, I'ma slap they monkey ass Gangsta-gangstafied, that's how we do it in the Dirty Hit a weenie nigga, with a combination flury Left-right-right-left, overhand with a quitter Make room in this bitch, when DSR enter Headed straight to the bar, to get about a bub After that hit VIP, and fire up some drugs Tell judge they didn't pay the deposit, I ain't going up Rapping is tailored for us, so the game I'm sewing up Tum Tum and San T, Southside and the 3 Putting it down from Tayhouse, all the way to Mississippi All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place All the thugs in the place, put your hood in his face I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch I don't bar no squad, and I ain't afraid of no click It's the million dollar man, I get it popping in this bitch Better watch what you say, 'fore shit start dropping round this bitch
[Chorus: x2]
I'm a do something bad to ya, disrespect your set talk trash to ya And if you get out of line, I'ma bring it quick fast to ya Smash your head, in the concrete And H-Town Stomp, your bitch ass to the beat Till they see the white meat, for playing games with my gang My Hoggs off the chain, they'll dance on your brain In the middle of the club, like fuck it The laws see me, and act like they ain't seen nothing You niggas bluffing, talking hard acting like you want beef But when I see you on the streets, you hollin' bout you want peace One or one hundred deep, I'm crush you and them busters Straight smash on you suckas, you punks don't wanna tussle My nigga Tuck, say we ready to ride The whole Southside Dallas, waiting on the Southside H-Town to the D, we connect in the Tex' D-S-R and Boss Hogg, don't bar no plex we'll tussle with ya
[Chorus: x2]
Texas Takeova featuring Bun B.작곡:B. Freeman,C. Tuck,L. Williams
(talking:) It's going down, Bun B baby Big Tuck baby, you know what time it is The Texas take over, know I'm tal'n bout Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill Down South know I'm saying, well let em know
(Big Tuck:) G'eah, this is the Texas take over The G4 plane, or the Rover Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling Big money folding, your ery'day hustle Today I'm in London, tomorrow I'm in Russia Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour Just got the money, now I'm working on the power And my real niggaz, still working that powder While I'm representing, this blue bunny flower
(Hook: x2) If you want it, you could find us in Texas Never gon leave, cause we love Texas Everything big, up in Texas By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
(Bun B:) It's Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain't tripping See, Texas is the home of Screw music and drank Coming down blowing swishas, on them 4's that clank Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand Sitting sidways on leather, as I flip through the land Chunking deuces showing love, as I swang up on your Boulevard One hundred percent gangsta, don't make me have to pull your card From P.A.T., on up to the D The fucking town we holding it down, and keeping it G So what you see is what you get, baby simple and plain Two of the realest done hooked up, to shut down the game Don't ask us how we got thoed, we just start Now that UGK done hooked up with that, DSR It's a wrap, all haters bow down go on and chill It's some new sheriffs in town, that's on the trill
(Hook x2)
(Big Tuck:) I stay hopping out the pearl, Maybach Living like Diddy in the city, take that Blowing real kush, don't believe it blaze that Mob in the club, where the stage at You could tell, that I'm playing with some change Cause I got some down South stones, on the chain Big Tuck is the name, flyer than a plane Got the Gucci lens, with the diamonds on the frame Down here in Texas, everything good Everything candy, everything wood The Lone Star State, the house on the lake Riding with a bitch, thick pretty ass face g'eah
(Big Tuck:) What's happening mama, let me shoot at you I'm digging your style, I see you feeling me too Let's hop in the slab, go to the lake front view I got some'ing on my mind, I'd like to share it with you The limo tint, the bank up loud It's just me you, and this hydro cloud Damn you fine, thinking out loud You got the potentials, of what I'm thinking about (my bottom bitch), I need some'ing to trust And at the end of the night, you'll be the some'ing I touch It's easy right now, cause my life's so plush Plus my cabbage is up, I won't ask you for much I hope you get the point, that I'm shooting at you If I was down on my luck, I'd be counting on you To be my bottom bitch, my bottom bitch My bottom bitch, my motherfucking bottom bitch
(Hook: Sleepy Lee) I don't mean to come at you like this, but girl I need a bottom bitch My motherfucking bottom bitch, (one just like you If my hustle don't work, I could count on you to be my bottom bitch) My bottom bitch, (show me a grind Before I invest my time, I need to know that you down To be a bottom bitch), my bottom bitch-my bottom bitch-my bottom bitch
(Big Tuck:) My game too real, I know that I got her The flawless jewelry, I guess she know I'm a rider Fresh out the shower, body covered in Prada The brand new Benz, plus the whiff of Piscota I'm fresh to death, you'll be fresh too My world's off the chain, let me share it with you You won't be the same, after a hour or two First class to London, to the Madimalshu For my bottom bitch, diamonds and pearls Don't forget the passport, we bout to travel the world And it's just like that It's amazing to have a face, and a shape like that Let's blaze this sack, take this stack This what it feel like, to have mink on your back This for my bottom bitch, my bottom bitch My bottom bitch, my motherfucking bottom bitch
(Hook)
(Sleepy Lee:) Baby it's some thangs, that I gotta know Would you be around, if I was po' If I lost a million dollars, in a day Would you still treat my Tempo, like an Escalade Or would you, leave me lonely Thinking bout you only, I just gotta know baby
(Hook)
(Sleepy Lee singing)
That What's Up featuring Dre작곡:Andre Lyon,C. Tuck,M. Valenzano
(Hook: Dre) I got my locs on, even when it's dark I ain't playing Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning Don't talk to me nigga, if it ain't about money That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up) That's what's up, (that's what's up-that's what's up-that's what's up)
(Big Tuck:) Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur Blue and yellow's on the piece, look like they going to war My shoe game real, it's like I'm skating the floor The chicks adore, the house built on the shore Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town When it come to my paper, ain't no kidding around DSR is the click, we holding it down You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around Spent a grip on the necklace, won't speak on the teeth But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech Shining so hard, I'm not allowed on the beach 26 oor 28's, the only way that I skate Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake
(Hook)
(Big Tuck:) A lot of y'all don't know me, but a lot of you do Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue The car you driving, I bought six for the crew Check the seven point one, I got the signature too I feel it ain't right, to be rich like this Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss The '76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass Got my locs on pimping, if it's sunny and not Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef' ain't got The Big T you see paid, I'm way too hot If you ain't talking bout money, what you talking about
(Hook)
(Big Tuck:) I got my locs on, and I'm shined up G4 plane, better go on get your grind up Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up In a world of our own, lil' mama don't mind us It's me the hook, the cross the jab Big Tuck's the chemist, and the booth's the lab Pimping the mic, it's the gift of gab I'm the man of the hour, I got loot to grab
(Hook)
I Know U Want That featuring Chamillionaire,Tum Tum작곡:C. Tuck,H. Seriki,J. Salinas,O. Salinas,T Richardson
(Hook: Chamillionaire) I know I know, I'm a playa I stay with a, pocket full of money I'm a pro, at getting paper So if you about your money, you should come and get that money with me I know you want that, I know you want that I know you want that, get that money with me I know you want that So if you about your money, you should come and get that money with me
(Big Tuck:) I'm swimming in cheddar, Gucci's all leaning in leather Flying wherever, buying whatever whenever I'm the absolute truth, the bank account's the absolute proof I'm skating on fools, you should see up under my roof I'm the money go-getter, diamonds got the chains all here When that G4 get up, land make the whole city shake up Big Tuck's up in here, get bucks up in here Let me tell you some'ing real, every stone VVS clear Don't have time for them fakers, I been grinding for paper I'm shining on haters, ten acres up in Jamaica I'm a fool pimping, a animal for the do' Professional with it playa, I already know
(Hook)
(Tum Tum:) Main squeeze caramel, pretty face track legs Big crib couple cars, except for chains big bread Blue slab blue spokes, blueberry blue smoke D-Town yep yep, I rep that already bro Play N Skillz-T-Town, T.P.G.-DSR You ain't ever seen now, you looking at a Dallas star Screens on bang on, top drop shag shown Candy drip-drip-drip-drip, we get our money on Thanks to Algierz, red monkeys yeah I'm strapped up We ball for real bro, go 'head and get your stats up Come on gal shake that, big money make that 'Zilla on the big screen, I know them haters hate that
(Hook)
(Big Tuck:) I'm seriously moving, the McClarren is cruising I can not be losing, supermodels are choosing Let me tell you what's happening, ain't no faking or capping When the music is slacking, I'm going back to that trapping I'm all gorilla, keep fifth found this glitter The freeway splitter, inside all chinchilla In the life of a winner, eat steak and lobster for dinner Pulling up on some spinners, I make one hell of a contender I'm so-so focused, no clowning on vocals Look good on my posters, the yacht is the throwedest Getting money is sent to, better check my credentials Overseas account, I'm presidential
(Yeah....I know where them nigga's at....I ain't trippin' on no beef nigga', this how we do nigga' hurricane.) (Chyuh Chyuh Chyuh Chyauh)
(CHORUS:) We ya see us you ganna know that we the truth Gon be hanging out the window with them choppers on the roofs We ain't playing ho We ain't playing ho Light out tip toein straight sprayin' ho (Repeat)
Ain't playin with you hoes not at all, got the A.R. rippin through the brick wall, Ima let it rip till this hoe has fallen Got the red beam on ya whole team dawg, When them same niggas try and run up in my trap, First nigga through the door put the beam on his cap, His niggas flipped out they gon dip ASAP, Say bitch ima rider and you know i stay straped, I've been lookin for these hoes for a week, Sun up sun down no sleep, When I see ima let em have the heat, Hope them hoes hungry cause they just found beef, I'm fixing ta find where these motherfuckers chill, Then ima letem know what the deal is, In the car six deep loadin up steel, bout ta let them boys know that we for real.
(CHORUS x2)
When we dip around the corner with them chaps im back down and up bout ta take on the block, I don't give a damn bout no mothafucking cops they strapped, we strapped, fuck nigga lets rock, lets rock Now they see that the clique of the chain cause we hangin out the window with them thangs and they aint, let it rain god damnit let it rain, When i leave this bitch ima leave the strip FLAMED. Niggas get to cappin like they vets we dont walk up on they set, we aint showed them shit yet, When we bust everybody gets scared(gets scared) Matta' fact where all my gorrillaz at, Yes sir its the hurricane tuck, a nigga whos got something that will discipline a busta. Yall run, we rush Yall talk, we bust
(Chorus X2)
There dey go There dey go Stop the car bout to walk up to they door There dey go There dey go Stop the car bout to walk up to they door Bring ya AK's Bring ya AK's Got the killaz outside with them thangs Bring ya Ak's Bring ya AK's Got the killaz outsidewith them thangs Chyuh Chyay
(Chorus X2) (That's what that is)
In Da Hood featuring Fat B.,Tum Tum작곡:C. Tuck,G. Miller,J. Milk,T Richardson
(Chorus:) im in da hood like a pound of dat good movin threw da hood like a pound of dat good niggas get smoked like a pound of dat good put em in da trunk like a pound of dat good gota bopa on my pistol so its hard to work wood ?? i done blew da candels out play boy i wish u would and money grow on trees playboy i wish it would
(VERSE: FatB) the young underground kings tell me somethin good went to school at JOHN B cause im soo hood zilla said double up is an addition for da bucks i got guns dats 5'3 da stash spot real tuff ready to buss a fat bastard but dont get it twisted im your next birthday present cause da flow is so gifted i smoke alot of kwon cause i got indian in my blood pass da blunts around blue like a indian in da club hatas wana hate hoes wana cuff us{WHY}cause da bread got cheese like stuffed crust these niggas hoes cause they got tears in they eyes but the same thang make you laugh make ya ass cry
(Chorus)
(VERSE: Tumzilla) comparison to me im crack you dirt weed you travel the same path but going a different speed niggas peep my style the sweat my technique 50 no i stay in dirt like baseball cleats earrings crazy wrist game nuts i get a check every month for these retarted prencess cuts if rap was Bball id be tickle na twin while you ridin the pine ahead of you like eastern time at the top of these list leave broke niggas pist i could give every crackhead in dallas a rock off my muthafuckin wrist yea ya hooks dope but ya 16s aint shit i spit dat fire shit dat make da fuckin track quit ZILLA!
(Chorus)
(VERSE: Big Tuck) CHEA da big tuckadopy watch how you move or shit gone get sloppy straight from the hood ?? the eagle in my hand my fingers is cockin you cant forget the face just open the source you wont win the race the dam boys a porche im cheatin under the hood straight up iron horse i would pull out the McLaren but it depends on the course BigTucks the name gettin bucks the game no liscens on the range cause i bought it in spain and the bitch paint blue look again it change im far from Pimp C but ima hog in the game nigga sell a million records and dont need no bud strippas come to da house think thats a larger club CHEA its tuck bitch show me some love if da ice melts on da chest New York would flood
(*talking*) (at 10:29 am), Tuck A.P. I got these tracks nigga I'm at the door, I think I bumped up on some'ing big nigga I'm trying to get you to wake up, holla back nigga wake up G'eah wake your ass up, Sgt. Tuck is in the building I'ma introduce you to my side of town, Danger City Welcome to Dallas
[Hook - 2x] Welcome to Dallas, Southside Texas Don't come with no hoe shit, nigga this Texas You will get murdered, your neckless Better respect this, or lay out breathless
[Big Tuck] Wig split Texas Come with your mind right or you'll leave headless We so for real hurr Presidents get killed hurr Street life bananas and gorillas live hurr Watch how you move or you'll be ape food Our apes lift weights with tear drop tattoos You will get murdered don't tempt me This is my city we'll shoot till it's empty Some deny us but please don't try us Fully automatic we'll rip your house up Some don't believe that they seem to die though My life is a movie and I'm Al Pacino Please check this this where it get hectic Undercovers come in traps and they leave out neckless You better respect this won't settle for less bitch Never been to Dallas then you ain't never been to Texas
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Tuck] Let me remind you Got bread I'll put it on your head if I got to You will get flopped too this what you should not do Feed bullshit to animals off in this zoo You're now in Dallas it ain't no faking There will be no hating you might meet Satan Home of the G's king of the ki's We don't ride swangas we bending on D's Dallas the place we thugging with grace You better set your pace or you will lose this race I'ma cut to the chase I'ma give you a taste You get out of line a nigga will snatch your face
[Hook - 2x]
[Big Tuck] There'll be no jacking Cause we got drama the kind you been lacking The D's what's happening them dope boys strapping The numbers too high chill out with that taxing This where I'm from, underground icon Wait till you meet Fat and Lil' Ronnie, Double and Tum Tum We are the truth there'll be no stopping We don't battle rap we get them AR's popping
