UGK - Short Texas Lyrics

UGK - Short Texas Video

84' swinging/Hold on Bounce

Featuring Mike Jones

No Came

Acceleration Gangster

 

No Came

 

We about to slow it down

Inticipate the pace

84, come sing with me

 

Chorus

 

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

 

Verse 1 No Came

 

84 with the door swinging

Luxury Sedan, and the paint dripping

84, cause I'm sitting on 21 inches times 4

I'm just trying to get this paper

You know a nigga want more

Cadillac Presidential

My money and swag too official

I got it through the roof

When I spit you

Coming 75 miles per hour

May hit you

I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin' tight

Jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.

How did he get the woman who superfine

You're thrill is gone, he steel pimpin

Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean

Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean

See this niggaz go, I call them past seasons

But me I stay the same, real OGing

I'm livin' dastardly, living laschivily

No More shit, No more breaks

All about survival, no more mistakes

Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down

Elevator hatred, everywhere you go around

84, I plan to kill the streets, with these songs

I'm here to kill the beats, 84, cars look Beautiful

Ice Cream Paint job, everything opposite of a funeral

As for as atrology goes, I'm Christology bro

But I get my daily paper, that's reality bro

84 with paint banging, nigga I'm 84 swinging

 

Chorus

 

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

 

Verse 2 Mike Jones

 

84, you know NOC is disrespectful

Gets his bread, his daily special

84 and I read the gazette

Walking Tall, money yes

In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries riddle

I'm the man, you're Malcom in the middle

Out here in the south, we sippin crystill

With Jerry Curl wheels

Houston southside 7 1 3, protecting who are we

On the sprite, mixed with some co-dean

My ride is wet, it's shower clean

I make it rain, make hoes reign on me

Sippin oil with the thugs and G's

No Harmony is my policy

Streets on patrol, niggaz watching me

And cops obviously

I'm on Abbey Road, let it be

Having them say your majesty

Here comes the sun

Thy will be done

I'm chopping blades

Trying to get paid

I'm switching lanes

Vogue Swinging

I'm 84 swinging

Trunk banging

Candy paint, looks spacy

Saturn as far as cash

Jupiter as how much they hate me

And this is my earth

Blue for hard times, green for paper

My money is too long to fit on paper

Go farther than Lawrence Taylor

 

Chorus

 

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

 

Verse 3- No Came

 

I'm still the shit

Getting paid, still the shit

Streets deceptive, watching where I go

84, And I'm keeping it real

Whose to say I'm not keeping it real

Meaning what I say, car is steel

It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones

It'll take you days to get where you supposed

Not at the line at the scrimmage, you at the end zone

Been at ya graveyard, you ain't god

You're mortal, and just normal

Come with an earthquake, then storm you

Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers

We, I get paper that stack harder than bricks

Introduction to Mayhem, on some Daz Dillinger shit

What you wanna be, a gangsta or a gang star?

Make your mind up before your times up

I'm already to far, too already hard

I run the streets; y'all try hard

The whole testimony against fake and phony

Up in Landover you can get killed for that paint job and wheels

I love the dollar dollar bill

What I got'll see through your armor shield

Show you how breakdown with your bills

Switch with wheels, Clark Kent ya steel

Save the world, but keep it real

Recognize the real side that I bring

On the hunt for the cheese

Made it out of the ghetto

Safe to say, You know I'm riding higher than paper planes

Shout out to my man's Wale

 

Chorus

 

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

 

Verse 4-Mike Jones

 

84, and got damn respected

Words right, money I'm checkin

Living large, haters respect it

If Tomorrow comes, I go on Maino's exit

Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child

Bound by negativity

Streets is wild, game is so trickery

So much problems on history

They say the streets ain't safe no more

For us youngsters, shot callers, and hustlers

Take a chance, might get busted

Riding all day, Rick Ross like getting high

Head on the top, money till the sky

Gatter all the money, make it multiply

Many hood stories told, we analyze

We flip chickens here, but it's hard some times

Rididin and leaning because I'm lonely

This world sees me, but don't know me

Drinkin and leaning because I'm lonely

I said Drinkin and leaning because I'm lonely

Houstan Texas, Expect the Unexpected

84 swinging

 

Chorus

 

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

84 with door swinging

 

Chorus 2

 

When it comes to respect

Counting money is best

I'm 84 swinging

Pimp anguish2x

 

When it comes to respect

Counting money is best

I'm 84 swinging

Pimp anguish2x

 

When it comes to respect

Counting money is best

I'm 84 swinging

Pimp anguish2x

 

When it comes to respect

Counting money is best

I'm 84 swinging

Pimp anguish2x

 

I'm 84 swinging 34x

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UGK - Shattered Dreams Lyrics

UGK - Shattered Dreams Video

Intro: Pimp C

UHH...

Dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout?

Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon be shit...

Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit...

Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin?

 

Chorus:

You cain't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (My uncle told me I wasn't gon be shit)

It might not be all bad as it first seems... (I used to walk around with a bag full of rappers)

You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh...

(Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make no record)

But all you got to do is believe...

I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah...

(Then after I made the record, muh'fuckers said they would never give us no respect)

I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (But now they tryna rap like us)

You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... (Tryna be like us, tryna smell like us)

(Knahmtalkinbout?)

I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... you got to get yo' money... (Check this out)

 

Pimp C:

Man I refuse to let the bitches take away my pride

Them hoes can lock my body up, but they cain't lock my mind

See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes

I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride

I call some women bitches and I call some women whores

A bitch a dirty boar, a hoe open up the pussy store

Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that

But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that

If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change

It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs

Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit

Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit

Just cause you sold your body don't mean you a hoe for life

I got to speak it right for all the one that paid the price

But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life

But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right

(right... right...)

 

Chorus:

You cain't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (hmm...)

It might not be all bad as it first seems... (hmm...)

You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh...

But all you got to do is believe...

I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah...

I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho...

You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah...

I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... you got to get yo' money...

 

Pimp C:

To all the babies havin babies on ya' own

I know you feelin fucked up and feelin all alone

I know ya people tellin you, Ya fucked up your life

Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight uh!

And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope

I know ya family fucked up and it's your last rope

In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit

But ain't nuttin hap'nin but this twenty and this dime shit

And you the daddy with lil' mama that's bout to have the baby

You wanna own ya team but niggaz tellin you, Ya crazy

What you thankin? You too young to have a family

But all the moves ya makin, look like you a man to me!

When you get caught up man them niggaz ain't gon ride witchu

But get down with that girl and she gon keep it live witchu

But she gon help ya put your money up and save somethin

Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin

It's time to change sumthin...

 

Chorus

 

Pimp C:

If you a ballplayer, man go 'head and play ball

Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall

I know they say, It ain't enough room in the NBA

You tell them haters, Save that bullshit for another day

If you a sanger, lil' mama go 'head and sang ya song

Them hoes say, You ain't gon make it, the funky bitch is wrong

You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong

Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin on

I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go

I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough

They want a rapper, I understand go 'head and chase ya dream

But chase to hog it up, the lawyer end up like a fiend

Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God

But don't be shame and try to hide cause then you livin fraud

Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light

So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right

Right, right, right, right...

So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right

... (Uh!)

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UGK - One Day Lyrics

UGK - One Day Video

Featuring 3-2 and Ron Isley

 

3-2

Mama put me out at only fourteen

So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine

Time to stack some paper i got to do it quick

Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah

My mama's only son

But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one

Every nigga and they mama askin why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die

And if I die or should I say if I go

Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go

Cause tomorrow aint promised to me

The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary

So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip

Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips

And when ya think about that you say it'll be on

Its a trip you're here today but the next day youre gone

 

One day you're here, baby

But then you're gone (repeat)

 

Bun B

This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama

Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers

Now they got yo life in palm of their hand like California

Niggas with dubs of hydroponic marijuana

Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna

Down in Orange my nigga Pops died on the corner

Behind a funky-ass dice game

I saw him once before he died wished it was twice mayn

I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib

Lettin us act bad not givin a fuck what we did

When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end

And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin

My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten

But now it look like when he come out man I'm goin in

So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin zone

Cause one day you here but the next day you gone

 

One day you here baby

But then youre gone (repeat)

 

Pimp C

I'm up early 'Cause aint 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 lookin shife so I look shife back

Cant show no weakness with these bitches you'll get yo life jacked

Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me

This bitches tryin to lock me up for the whole century

They gave my nigger Donnie 40 Dante 19

I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean

My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar

My man RoRo jus 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 killas live and take my homeboy's son away

Man if you got kids show em you love em 'Cause God jus might call em home

'Cause one day you here but baby the next day you gone

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UGK - How Long Can It Last Lyrics

UGK - How Long Can It Last Video

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 cain'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...

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UGK - Hi Life Lyrics

UGK - Hi Life Video

Chorus:

 

Hi Life

We livin' that hi life

Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm)

We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm

 

Pimp C:

 

I'm tired livin' fucked up, tired of livin' bad

Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me

When you gonna go to church Chad

Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image

That she would want me to be

But I got one foot in the street

And every week I flip a Ki

I never wanted to be a G

But niggas depend on me

It ain't safe to hit I-10

So niggas fear with me

And all the niggas that I went to school wit

Got cool wit, went to fool wit

I dealt selling that white shit

Pushin' cocaine, niggas holding pistols

Dependant on the game

What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat

Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred

And ain't nobody got no dough

So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist

And if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind

By sucking my dick

Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts

In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass

First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died

And you wonder why yo' niggas out there smokin' fry

I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime

But if I told you that nigga you know that I be lyin'

And I've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine

It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive

And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt

But still I puts in work and front for my folks

Cause where I come from nigga, family just ain't no joke

Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat

But what about Baby Doe, some say that nigga's selling dope

And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk

But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork

And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved

Most preachers are false prophets

Fuckin' hoes and gettin' paid

I'm lookin' for the...

 

Chorus

 

Bun B:

 

You only got one life to live

That's all they give you to do it

You could bullshit your way through it

Or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas

Be gettin' shot in the cross

People and names get lost

The people in the lane get tossed

The streets'll eat your ass alive

Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives

And nobody's surprised if somebody

Don't survive the dusk to see dawn

It's treacherous how we was left to die

On the streets that we be on

Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on

Probably cause society felt they didn't belong

Now who in the fuck made it this way for us

Got all these little niggas slangin' that yay

Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable

And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable

So how can I substain a full life before death

Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self

Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham

Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam

Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life

All I can see in front of me is up for grabs

Come off that slab

Cause poverty will push a nigga over that brink

Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge

So instead of being without, I'm hustling

Tryin' to get through these ungodly days

Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck outta this maze

A man will committ a crime 'Cause a fuckin' crime pays

I'm going through a phase you don't grow out

Until there's a reason a mother fuckers gots to pour out

His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind

But still sometimes he don't know why

He walkin' around just hopin'

He can get one more try to make it

It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it

You can't fake it, to get that hi life

 

Chorus: until the end

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UGK - Gravy Lyrics

UGK - Gravy Video

Uhhhhhhhh ~!

If you know like I know you would get down on the flo'

I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of 'dro

We can get down for my dime and we can f**k, on the low

And if you didn't want a Pimp then what'cha f**kin with me fo'?

Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch

It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit

Every girl around me legit, I don't f**k around with no punks

Ride with me she holdin a pistol while I'm whippin and poppin the trunk

We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread

And we ain't never gon' have no problems 'long as she hear what the f**k I said

Pimpin ain't dead it just moved to the website

Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights

I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin by the code

In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode

I'm lookin at you you choosin me my dickhead never stop

I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top

 

(Chorus: sung)

I'm stayin true, I'm out here whippin my Mercedes

F**kin with the midnight ladies the game is cold but it's gravy

I'm bangin Screwwww, my young girl lookin fine

We stayin out here on the grind and keepin money on our mi-ii-iind

 

(Bun B:)

Well I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy

Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy

100%, real Bun B I represent

Trill with that gangster-ass persona so hard it can dent, steel

In the hood cause it needs me, and the corner it feeds me

So I eat all I want, my reputation proceeds me

If you grimy or greasy, then your best step be easy

Cause that forty-feezy, leave you leakin fo' sheezy

Trigger fingers I squeeze see, and the cannons is bust

 

Them bullets blow by you breezy, like a midsummer gust

It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome

You be leakin out plasma and puss, and your mouth'll fill up with foam

So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man

Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?

Gotta play the hand that you're dealt, that's until it's yo' turn to deal

Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a f**k how you feel

 

(Chorus)

 

(Pimp C:)

I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the SOOOOOOOOOUTH

This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's ABOOOOOOOOUT

Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow

In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up don't stop don't pause

Candy nigga drive candy cars, f**k the D.A. f**k the law

I f**k the snow but I love a pro like flatbackers I'm a Cadillac'er

On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker

Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her

 

(Bun B:)

From the land of cheap work and steady licks

With pounds of 'dro and Impala bricks

We grind to eat, and eat to live

This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

With 36 hoes to the ki', and ten kilos grams in the sack

And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's one point five mill' worth of crack

It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow, the King Committee is now in session

Today's agenda, get that dough cause the clock is tickin, time is pressin

No second guessin, make your mind up, step your grind up and get that pay

Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast if you wanna roll with that UGK

 

(Chorus)

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UGK - Wood Wheel Lyrics

UGK - Wood Wheel Video

Uh, whut

(Hehe)

Smoke somethin', bitch, smoke somethin'

 

I'm up early 'cuz 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

 

Pro smoke, pro choke, anti-broke, conservative liberal

Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin' in criminal court, it's civil

In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries 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

 

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

 

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

 

I just spent 60 G's on a brand new Eldo-reeze

Black-on-black, drop top 'lac, north star fifth wheel on back

Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin'

Had to leave my bitch 'cuz 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

 

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

 

Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic, it's so ironic

Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic

We crash your party, piss on your parade

Sip syrup like it's Lemonade

From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade

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

 

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

 

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, guerrilla pimpin' at its finest

Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us

 

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?

 

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

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UGK - Murder Lyrics

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Verse One: Pimp C

 

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?

I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got

Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from Louisiana

In a Fleetwood Lana

I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner

Got the pound four by four cuz you know I just

Pay to nigga bought thirty from me

So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred

Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do

So fuck what 'cha do

If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'

Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'

In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we been

Rick's home two apartment's where enter

Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce

Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me

Fifty ounces out of birds ya bitch

Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my stock

Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage

Just got back from California kicked it with B-Legit

Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane shit

At the studio with Tom, I wish I could stay

I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to make

We with playa'z from the South stack gee'z man

Like Ball I got to stack big cheeze man

Bitch say he wanna show ya

You got nine grand I ain't rappin' shit

Till my money in my hand

South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay

Gettin' money from yo bitches every

Got damn day

Big paper I'm foldin'

Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock

For all this dick I be holdin'

I hate grown man show it

Especially if a fool take our style and

Act like my nigga's don't know it

I kick it with the trill nigga's so you best's

Not trip if ya keep on talkin' shit

My nigga empty the clip

Hoe azz nigga

 

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Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder

 

Verse Two: Bun-B

 

Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king

I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'

Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'

You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'

Now down as my pocket's stickin'

I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick

When I be clickin' now take a look at the

Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger

Playa hata ditch digger figure

My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver

You shiver shake and quiver

I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river

For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt

Fuck her first and take off her skirt

Make the pussy hurt Mister Master

Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a

Blister bastard fuck her sister faster

Hit the elbro for sale yo

Brother better have my mail hoe

Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe

Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so

We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale

No other bullet duck or get shoved

Inside this game they better buck us

Cuz the clucker's they love us

Make them class dick suckers

Check they jelly like smoker's

I hit like nun-chuckers

Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus

This for my muthfucker's

Cookin' cheese to crooked geez

Rockin' up quarter key's

Just to get the hook with ease

Wanna bee's get on yo knee's

Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's

>From here to over sea's

We do what we please

No trip cuz we flip

Light up a dip

I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip

Go ask that boy Skip

That nigga Bun rip

With one clip, soon as the gun slip

Now I done ripped out my Barile

Flyin' through yo belly belly and

Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly

Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli

Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style

You can't see me Marcus so have a

Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile

 

Chorus

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