UGK 暫存

1.AKickDoe!


Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke？
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut？
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me？


This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger
Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what？)
Thank that I'm playin？ (huh nigga what？)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp bitch
and never put trust in a trick ass bitch

I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)


They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
fix your lip
I done told yah
we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's ＆ g'z at？


Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz I'm down for a caper


Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm deadly like Freddy
I run through your house and leave it messy like messy


I got to much stress in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.


You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to
freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.


Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what？


2.Take It Off

作詞：Chad Butler, B Freemon, Barry White

Uh, take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin' for a trill-type figure, let me be it
Take it off chick, bend over, let me see it
If you lookin' for a trill-type figure, let me be it

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 gonna, 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
And I'm a red hot undercover pimp
That make them guls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Guls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Guls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Like a real live money makin pro, uhh

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

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

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

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'

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

Comin' direct from the Gentlemen's, full of that flint again
Live on stage fellas, this is Cinnamon
From the Gentlemen's, full of that flint again

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

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

Take it off, take it off, unh
And let a first class nigga break you off, chick
You take it off, take it off, unh
And let a first class nigga break you off some, chick

You 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

Hold up


3.Hiside

Uh no love
Now check this out
Bitches be gettin offended when uh they hear the word bitch
Well maybe that's cause they bitches
Know what I'm talkin bout

Stankin bitches say I hiside
Cause I pass by
Don't smoke my fuckin weed wit em
Don't let em sit on my plush crush
Three times gold, I'm a pimp ass nigga
So like a ball is how I roll
And I don't be paradin with them bitches in the street
Ho is you payin me？
Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit
me
Bitch I'm a pimp cause that's the way you bitches force me to be
You say you broke well bitch you need to stop fucking for free
So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time
Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind
Thinkin you got game
Well bitch game is my middle name
Suckin on thangs, fuckin for fame
But bitch you plain Jane
Straight up and down
I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown
When she know that I know that she done fucked the whole town
And that I know that she a freak
Bitches say we hiside cause we pass and don't speak

Don't speak, don't speak

Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak

Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by

Sometimes there be a lot of shit I wanna do
But won't do, if I gotta do shit in front of you
Oh bitch don't act like you ain't nosy
I know exactly how you hoes be
Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me
But what I need a broke bitch for？
And how the fuck I look walkin around scratchin yo witch ho？
No keep them crabs keep that cock in that case
Cause bitch a pussy ain't nothin but my hand wit a face
And any bitch can take another bitch place
Now ain't that a foul taste
And it wasn't a fuck it was a waste of my mutherfuckin time
I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime
These bitches now a days out of they rabbit ass mind
Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine
I told em I heard it through the grapevine
You ain't nothin but a freak
So now bitches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak


See bitches in P.A.
Get mad when they see a young nigga
Full of that chronic havin it his way
But them hoes got us fucked up
The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his dick on swoll
Trickin all my people bank roll
I peep that shit, I read my Bible at home
Cause I ain't payin for that nigga's wrong
It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B
Wit 4 million two drop top gold royces
Now we smokin somethin
Them bitches tried to set us up, but we
Butt-fuck the D.A, fuck the judge, and fuck the P.A.P.D.
I already gotta deal with the rednecks
And ho ass niggas in this rap game comin with that complex
But bitch this ain't no fuckin contest
And if it was we won
I'm a trill nigga live my life by the gun
I love smokin swisher sweets
Uh, now fuck them bitches that say we hiside
Cause we pass by and don't speak


4.Family Affair

Comin' through, bumpin' screw, blowin' sweet red hair
Bitches slippin' I ain't trippin' it's a family affair
If ya click ain't brandin' then ya click ain't shit
Most niggas come around ya just to ride ya dick
Cause ya got deep investments in the girl called crack
And ya pimp her and ya pipe her and she pay fo' yo Lac
Fool, you make a lot of money but cha' talk too much
Countin' chickens that ain't there'll get cha' caught in a fuss
Makin' false accusations, fake boot in yo mug
Niggas trippin on that click'll take yo life and yo drugs
Cause out here ain't no love, just Miller's and killers
And some trilla life ass niggas, pimpin' hoes like gorillas
Niggas in Caddys say scrilla but to me it's just ends
I'd rather roll 96' Lac than a 83' Benz
If you got murderers in yo family put cho' blunt in the air
Flippin' and dippin' me and yo chicken, it's a family affair

Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it's a family affair

Port Arthur, Texas represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll fuck you out cho' money, yo mind, yo keys
From the days of Pugh boys, tries and Mickey D's fight
The fact that Beans was tight, B.V. on Sunday night
We had the first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns Volvo, Ski-Daddy and Big Mitch
J.B. and Big Bun one crazy son of a bitch
Y.G.'s, Lil' Daze, Rat Raw, and Ty B. and the rest
The Louis Manor Posse, some of Port Arthur's best
And Carver Terrace, known as Jesse Prince House
Westside got that way and that power will dismiss y'all
BJ, Savanah, 5-0-3, 8th Street and mini-mart
Reventual and Beverly's is full of fools with plenty heart
And Villa, Main, Jefferson, Rampart longs in ya face
With Swisha Sweet Houses all over the place
Cause it's a family affair


Hold up, gots to holla at the playas from my city
Real, trill ballers makin' half ass hustlers look shitty
Talkin' bout Linda Brown, Kita Shirley scratch
That chicken coupe, with a flock of birds ready to hatch
Lil' Earl, Big Boy fool and Percy Blake our brew
Lil' Block, O.B., Squeak can't forget about you
B.J., Kiyay, Spoon-Guy we been down here long
Lil' Lynn and K-I-R yeah them boys real strong
Gary Ellis, B. Cricket, Dooky, Shandre Shagg
J-Will, Kite, the sinuses'll kill smokin' big bags
Wreckin' Crew, R-B-J, Lucky's in the shack
Yeah that P.A. click, they got them stacks and that's a fact

I'm a pimp ass nigga, so I collect riches
Don't spend my time trickin' with hoes
Ain't supposed to hang with no snitches
Now niggas down with this, or down for offerin' shallow pockets
But when the drama jump down ain't nobody down but cha' mama
Some women fuck they men a lot, they think they pussy the bomb
No matter how much she fuck him, he in another bitch arm
And even though you sucked the mushroom head of his dick
He still gon' go back to them hoes cause in his heart he a trick
And yo bank account lookin' low
My pimpin' is straight lookin' thick
She's see the ho and I'm the pimp and straight dis this shit
You can't say ya guard low and ya covers is bare
One of my hoes just broke a trick and it's a family affair


5.Wood Wheel

作詞：J Bido, Chad L. Butler, Bettye Jean Crutcher, Bernard James
Freeman

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


6.Money, Hoes ＆ Power (UGK ＆ Jermaine Dupri)

作詞：Chad Butler, Bryan Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Bernard
Freeman

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind
Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind
Check this out bitch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker
And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah)
Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand
You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah)
Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit
Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)

It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long
Dough
Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is
Bitch you can go
Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life
Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right
Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling)
One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen
Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT

I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'

Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin'
up
Candy cars, I'm a star
Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South
Run off put that piece in ya mouth
We Jone, fuck a clone
Keep a lil' bitch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone
You ain't from no Memphis bitch
Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video
But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp
Flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch

He talkin' directly to you

I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'

Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like 'Survivor'
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine
wine
And it's time to put up yo blinds
I might raise a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, desing
Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl
Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is
And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me
Cause uh

I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'

Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on, yeah come on bounce


7.Gold Grill featuring Eightball ＆ MJG

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, M Goodwin, P. Smith

Uh steady？steady？
Bitch don't never get no rest

Uh Grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind
I'm 'bout a bitch got some goals, with a good credit line
So, we pop the plastic
If she hustle, I ball
Long as she payin' daddy
Ain't no problems at all
So, we break the mall
Now and then we fuck
And then the bitch gon' be cool
Long as the paper stay up
When she suck on my pipe
Them golds shiny and bright
Got them？hittin' that service every fuckin' night
I'm tal'in' 'bout NBA tricks
NFL tricks
NHL tricks
Payin' my bitch
Grade A pussy and she payin' for my dick
She on my two-way now
The bitch done hit a fat dick, a fat dick

Now tell me what it's all about in that South
Big gold grill in yo mouth
With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch
Bitch, if it hurt, say 'Ouch'
Chorus (Pimp C)
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will, and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold

See this one right here, my niggas
We gon' dedicate it
To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills gold-plated
Never hated, never will
We stayin' forever trill
But boys on the blocks
They keep comin' forever？
Open face with them designs shit
Maybe a rack on top and bottom with a couple of diamonds to add
some shine
Some niggas got that yella gold
Some niggas got that white
Some niggas got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night
Shit, I know this boy with one gold, no ice
I know a nigga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice
Muthafuckas with fangs, symbols of gangs or they squad
Some real and some fraud
Spell the name of they broad
Got boys that praise the Lord
With open face and they cross
Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-ass cost
So, whether you the boss, the runner, or the square
C'mon down to the South
We got gold grills everywhere

Now tell me what it's all about in that South
Big gold grill in yo mouth
With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch
Bitch, if it hurt, say 'Ouch'
Chorus (Pimp C)
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will, and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold

Gold in the middle, they stay shiny
One on each canine
You get one free if you not paid on government aid
Go get some shades
You blindin' hoes with 14 carat sun rays
But while they all up in yo grill
They vision blurry for days
Stacked, and ya say, 'But couldn't I just stop at one' just like
Lays
You left the whole jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face
You buff 'em and shit
They sparkle like the comets in space
I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club, and a spade

White ice on？that's what we be flippin', Ball
3Rd Ward to The Mound
You know that we keep it raw
8Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile
Say it make her pussy wet
And make her nipples get all hard
I try to break myself from the same ol' pattern
In the boulevards scattered, full a hatin' nigga chatterin'
Hoes, if you ask me, 'What them niggas be about？'
Hate me 'cause my flow official
And I'm from that Dirty South

Now tell me what it's all about in that South
Big gold grill in yo mouth
With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch
Bitch, if it hurt, say 'Ouch'
Chorus (Pimp C)
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will, and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold


8.Ridin' Dirty

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, John L. L. Montgomery

Ridin' dirty, straight up dedicated to the Cadillacs
I'm ridin' dirty, know what I'm sayin'？
Comin' down on the slab, boy
Ridin' dirty, for real tho, ridin' dirty

Have you ever been rollin' in a clean ass 'Lac
Blowin' big out the window, everybody got a sack
Got my heat right between my seat, got a box of them thangs
In case these fools start playin' with me

You'd be surprised how them boppers wink, girl, I can't stop
Give my headlights a blink and roll them up out the top
And keep movin' and keep rollin'
Fools that don't be holdin' I'm comin' through and foldin'

And I can't stand snitches, wanna kill all of y'all
Even though some bustas fall I'm still rollin' like a ball
And having things my way, hittin' that highway
Sellin' that big yay, a plush-ass place to stay

Police, they wanna run in
Talkin' on cell phones got a lotta kids done in
I wanna live like Arnold, Willis and Mr. Drummond
And keep my paper sturdy, big birds and tight herbs

Fool, I'm ridin' dirty
Big birds and tight herbs, fool I'm ridin' dirty
Ridin' dirty, fool, ridin' dirty

Tell me can you feel it？ Man, nothin' can save ya
I believe it's that season for gettin' yo papers
Or haven't you heard about them birds？ We call it that cheese
In Texas we get it with ease, hit I-10 if you please

But these polices, they think they sharp as creases
For no reasons, man, they straight up strippin' cars to pieces
Out of suspicion or if they thinkin' you on a mission
Ain't no wishin' or prayin', they sayin' assume the position

Hands behind ya head, down on ya knees
You get the case and they get yo weight and yo G's
Come on, I use to ride the Port Arthur city streets
With a chick with pretty feets and a box of Philly Sweets

They tried to finish me but couldn't get it done
So somebody told the law Big Bun was the one ridin' dirty
Man, somebody told the law Big Bun was the one ridin' dirty

Sup PA, uh, what, ridin' dirty
Beamount, yeah, uh, man, ridin' dirty
Uh, ridin' dirty, uh, ridin' dirty
Uh, chillin' in New York, ridin' dirty

Uh, big D-Town, know what I'm talmbout？ Ridin' dirty
That big H-Town, know what I'm sayin'？
Wussup Southside
Ridin' dirty, uh, uh, ridin' dirty

Uh, southwest ridin dirty, wussup Lord J
(Know what I'm talmbout？)
Uh, that northside ridin' dirty
Yeah, that westside ridin' dirty

Uh, that, that, that eastside ridin' dirty
Uh, California ridin' dirty, fools in Oakland ridin' dirty
My fool Spice ridin' dirty, I know that fool Brad ridin' dirty
And Big Mike ridin' dirty and all my fools ridin' dirty

Uh, uh, what, baby ridin' dirty
And Big Bun ridin' dirty, my fool Leroy ridin' dirty
And Big Mitch ridin' dirty, and O, ridin' dirty
Uh, uh, all my fools in Louisiana ridin' dirty

Mister Chris ridin' dirty
All my fools in Atlanta ridin' dirty, ridin' dirty
South Carolina, North Carolina, ridin' dirty
Flippin', ridin' dirty, know what I'm sayin'

Up in Washington, ridin' dirty
Miami, Florida, where they film the Vice
Know what I'm talmbout？ Ridin' dirty
Uh, ridin' dirty, ridin' dirty, ridin' dirty


9.Woodwheel

作詞：J Bido, Chad L. Butler, Bettye Jean Crutcher, Bernard James
Freeman

Uh, whut？
(Hehe)
Smoke somethin', bitch
Smoke somethin'

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

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
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

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 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

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
Guerilla 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


10.Feds In Town

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, D Hall, Adam Horowitz,
Darryl Mathews Mcdaniels, John William Oates, Pimp C, Rick
Rubin, Joseph W. Simmons, David Clayton Thomas

A bad day for the niggaz in my click
I just got had a call from a bitch
At the P.A.P.D. that's on my dick
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
And poes down the fuckin' T-X had to show up
I got shit on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
Now, they got the muthafuckin' feds to come and wrestle me

And throw my game in a suplex
They got my two best workers
On secret and there's no rest
Word on the streets is that they're rollin'
And Caravans and muthafuckas are swolen

Like paper stacks and a rubberband
Goin' all out of tact on the local bird slaggin' brothaman
And be servin' as slow as fuck 'cause my niggaz are nervous
And if they even think they see five-o, they duck
So now, instead of rollin' thick, niggaz is happy with a frown
'Cause the motherfuckin' feds in town

Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
I don't need no shit with these bitch-made
No more clownin' in this town bro'
No high-cappin' in the clubs, I got to play them on a down-low
I took my tags off my buick and y'all know I didn't love that
Rollin' on some white balls and hubcaps

And even though I got long nails
No more French manicures bitch
You gots to do your own nails
I told my niggaz to make sure that all their shit was tight
'Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night

Tryin' to run all kind of game, so, put y'all motherfuckin' cars
And y'all cribs in y'all momma's name
I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it
Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it
'Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his face

God damn, it's been two motherfuckin' months
Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave
That shit is funky like a black skunk
Fuck all this waitin' man
It's time to get this motherfucker back up

I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click
Got the birds and reopen my lab back up
And told my boys,'If a nigga looks crazy
Blasts his ass in the eye
Don't give him a chance to identify'
And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform you

If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon' live
To see your child be born
I'm blastin' laws at random 'cause I believe it's time
To hand them close to the dopeman, God damn 'em
I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet

So, y'all hoes can't find me
Y'all better try to blind me
And remind me of the jail time
'Cause in my yard is a big ass, I got yale sign
It's time for Tony Montana stacks
I got niggaz on the corner holdin' big ass bags and cans of
crack

The land of Texas with that rock up
So, if y'all thinkin' about checkin'
My fools run in with your glock up
'Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip
To my last love

Before you take me for my damn drugs
So, we can have it all night, fight
'Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
When the feds in town


11.Cocaine In The Back Of The Ride

作詞：Bernie Bizmark, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Shetoro
Henderson, Curtis Mayfield, Thomas Earl Simons, Sylvester
Stewart

Pimp C bitch! So what the fuck is up？
Step wrong nigga and I'll take ya fuckin' nuts
Got mo' dope than a pharmacy ho
Got a job for the city bitch I'm shovelin' snow

South Texas motherfucker that's where I stay
Gettin' pussy from these bitches every god damn day
Kick it with a trill nigga so you best not trip
Bought the Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to Gangsta Nip

Southern weight, get it straight, fuck them 20's and 10's
On the low my fuckin' momma, no such things called friends
Motherfucker either down or the motherfucker ain't
And if ya bitch ass ain't, then ya dick is in the paint

If ya gal look fine you better hide the bitch
'Cause if I find her I'ma fuckin' make her suck my dick
That dope for your momma and your sister too
And if I'm locked down then tell that shit might go with you

Don't try to get no false nuts, I take 'em sucker
Fuckin' 'round with C you'll be a dead motherfucker
Nigga only 17 but I'm runnin' the show
Sellin' dope from Louisiana down to El Segundo, ha!

I think it's only fair that I should knock on wood
'Cause my bitch is on the street, pussy sell real good
And all my ho know not to trip, bitch fuck pretty
I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya fuckin' titty

Hoe niggaz forty-five tryin' to, get with me
Sellin' fifty dollar slabs as I'm slangin' them Ki's
If you need to get some powder I'm fully supplied
I got the, cocaine in the back of the ride, motherfucker!

Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!, Yeah, motherfucker!)

Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Cocaine in the back of the ride
(Yeah, motherfucker!)

Yeah it's Bun B bitch, and I'm the king of the
Pockets fat as fuck from all the ducats the brother made
Hoes like to jock but see I try to contain 'em
They droppin' them drawers because I move they cocaine in

But I just laugh, 'cause pussy games be triflin'
The legs get spread, I cut that ass like a knife then
Bust a nut on her stomach, wash my dick in the sink
And buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn chink

Dope games keep ya sick just like a disease
Movin' Ki's makin' G's, hoes drop to they knees
Little kids on the corner, steady grabbin' they nuts
Sayin', 'I wish I was Bun when I grow the fuck up'

Baby blue Riviera, Dayton and laced rims
Khaki pants, black sweater with the U.G.K. brim
Black gat fully loaded nigga come with respect
Step up the wrong way I'll break yo' goddamn neck

Big dick in my drawers, the niggaz from down South
Down to put a twelve guage in yo' goddamn mouth!
Think I'm playin' bitch try me, it ain't no thang
Put them hands up bitch and kiss this goddamn ring

'Cause I move tons of dope, twenty-four hours a day
Cocaine from Argentina to the Frisco Bay
D. E. A. try to stop me yo but they shit ain't cold
'Cause the nigga's got politicians on the big time payroll

Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
Reported missin on the news, they singin' the blues yo
'Cause if they get my money nigga I'll let it slide
Just some mo' cocaine in the back of the ride, bitch!

Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride
Cocaine in the back of the ride


12.Look at Me

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman

Hold up hold up hold up
Starring at the bar motherfuckers
Eye pussy, know what I'm talking bout

I'm Pimp C bitch, so what you need
I got some cocaine and some California weed
I fell in love with my chrome-plated bitch
Break it, make it pop the trunk and hit the switch
Bitches jockin', niggas hatin' drunk off gin and soko
If he keep on talkin' shit I knock his meat out his taco
They think I'm playin' 'cuz I'm in gators and rocks
But I pop this motherfucker till it stop

So look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me bitch tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me

Hey, hey yo I sips the 8, plus I whips the weight
So while you tripps and hate, I flips your fate
Straight to rip from Grape land, nigga, I use to cook a
different scale
Now what we be scorin' will make them beams tripple break
Washed out up in the rippas way, makin' you miss the whip we
take
And squeezin' mine surely though I drive horribly
Niggas die for me and the killers in the sky swarm me
Some fly charmin' neighborhood pimps take a good glimpse
Smokin' on them Cali Hollywood hemps

Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me bitch tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me

Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me bitch tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me

Now I done scrapped and crawled, now whip my benz grip my balls
Shit don't pause, y'all niggas know that I don't fuck with y'all
Fuck the laws undercovers wanna see me stopped
Tap my phone follow my chrome, another hits the block
But niggas know that Port Author is too small, nigga
That's why the snitches get the pistol to his hilfiger

AK-47, test up and I'm 'bout to bet
With a loaded automatic if they catch me, I'm goin' fed
What that bitch said pimpin' ain't dead
I'm still gettin' head, got your dike bitch in my water bed
Hit her from behind, 4 or 5 times
Put that dick up in her spine, I done blew your bitch mind

Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me bitch tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me

It's like monkey see monkey do, so fuck you and your funky crew
You don't bang in the trunk we do and smokin' on skunky to
Now fuck me, who？You gots me fucked up
Strong arm your city threw them up and leave it bucked up
Maybe, if you looked up, naw look like you stuck Chuck
Your men of war turned into pussies in menopause
Now how the fuck you gon win a war

Bitch, I'm in a car that will make you go deaf
The reason why your hoe left makes you wanna go left
Whoa nef catch a slow death 'cuz bitch my 4 fell
Mackin' on straight smack a bum, I don't brag but I'm toe
taggin' 'um
Now we draggin' um out the river just like to use
Crack the brews and keeps about 50 case I wanna fuck a dike or 2

Look at me
Look at him bitch

Show your tattoos, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos, show your tattoos

Show your tattoos, bitch, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos, bitch, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos, show your tattoos

Bitch
Hold up
Look at me


13.The Corruptor's Execution

作詞：Chad L. Butler, George Clinton Jr., Bernard James Freeman,
Isaac Hayes, Gregory Frena Hutchinson, Brandt Jones, Earl Thomas
Stevens

Hold up
It's the motherfuckin' corruptor, since I came I was a hustler
It's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains
To make these motherfuckers peep my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow

And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the
intestines of the city
'Cause the game's shitty, and Piggly Wiggly on the payroll
So they can't bust us and we shine like diamond clusters
'Cause we some made motherfuckers

Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why？ It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution

I be workin' and twerkin' my portable digital
Triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter
Kind of like a see-saw, up and down
A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that

There soft white baby powder, equals a they call up the Valley
Heat up in the garbage dumpster, 'Who's sack is dat？'
All the tiffles and po'po' I got it back, don't make me do ya
I know these streets, like the Grayson's know jujitsu

Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why？ It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution

I'm havin' small change with gats and hundred sacks
I got to ball main with thangs, I let 'em hang
It ain't at all strange with game, remain the Savage
And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one

I come with guns smokin' leave you croakin' in Oakland
Without no words spoken put the Chevy in drive
And ride the block hopin' not to choke up in back
With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that

Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why？ It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution

Now, we get the cash the stash and bash
Your brains all over this dashboard
Give up the hash, and get you some gas
Who'll blast you main in man's sport

Now, brrr, stick 'em I kick 'em, Bobby you lick 'em
We stole 'em and brick 'em to death
K.S.'ll go left, finger flick 'em, bitches is breathin'
They last motherfuckin', breath

On the real how you feel about caps get peeled
I just baby, deal with the talk
You backin' the guns and all the law
So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong

Fuckin 'em quick in the back with the dick then
Make sure while they don't know throw a trick in
Keep yours eyes on Nich-en
'Cause we stickin' the Bic in, any sick then

Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why？ It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution

Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why？ It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution


14.Pocket Full Of Stones

作詞：Bun B, Pimp C

When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin' keys, I barely movin' dimes
Started comin' up fiends, recognize my face
Started payin' off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase, I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a kite and you feel a mega blast
Cash movin' stacks, then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin' crack voiles

Back in the days they used to run up sayin'
'Pimp C, what ya know？'
I tell 'em get this crack and get the fuck away from me hoe
'Cuz everywhere I went it became an instant cut
'Cuz they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you can't change they ass I guess
Take a Brillo pad to the chest, now they won't leave me alone
'Cuz they know I got a whole pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

I bought a Cadillac, brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin' crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a fuckin' hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free
Now what did C？
I bought my first key from my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and started passin' out them hovers

Everybody in my family was clockin' loot
Sold my Cadillac and bought a Lexus sports coupe
I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make
It's to the point where I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed, still drink beer and toke
Now all them laws won't leave me alone
'Cuz they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Livin' real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin' slabs
Paid like a muthafucka client el is growin'
It's gettin' so bad, I got pregnant fiends hoin'
Suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump
Fuck Black Caesar niggaz, call me Black Trump

Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit' other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit' mine
Got my money totaled for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta bird on they ass
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is comin' up like the fuckin' mob
My workers got workers everybody makin' green
Gettin' cash for puttin' stones in the pockets of the fiends

I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Business boomin' daily, my product sellin' fast
Me and my nigga C is makin' money out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin' time in jail
I gotta make the sales 'cuz it's all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my face ain't on the scene
My attitude is mean 'cuz I keepin' my respect
Ain't nobody out of line 'cuz I got 'em all in check

I broke a cops neck 'cuz he step outta place
Dead pig, murder 1, now I got time to face
The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones startin' all over again


15.Feeling You

作詞：Below, Beverly, Butler, Freeman

I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' for you

Well, hold up, look how baby just rolled up
Coogi jeans on with the backsides twole up
She make a playa straight slow up
Say man this girl is a dime from head to toe and from the flo'
up

She make a drink, kid not even wanna po' up
Take his all money to the mall and buy the sto' up
Never a flaw when she show up
These other broads hatin' on her, if they sick they need to
throw up

She got class and panache with precision
Picture perfect in my vision and I done made a decision
That I'm tired of wishin', get down with the Bun and Pimp
And you could roll with the playas on the million dollar mission
Come on

I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' for you

Hey mama I'ma tell you what the deal is
I like your style, I like how you handle your business
You ain't out here trippin', chasin' boys in showbiz
You're confident, you out here puttin' it down for yo' kids

I don't care 'bout no nigga, he don't concern me
He ain't teachin' you nothin', you need to learn me
Check out my mind, I'm 24 on the grind
I got the key to the streets, I got a open line

And I don't get caught up in he say, she say
And I don't chase the cat, I keep the P play
I wouldn't holla if I ain't thought you was ready boo
I know you feelin' me 'cause girl I'm feelin you

I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' for you

Ooh baby, ooh, baby
Ooh baby, oh baby
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now

Yeah, she a bad mamma jamma, a brick, house
Still I fits out 'cause she thick, stout
With the feminine fat, in all the right places
She look me in my eyes and she make all the right faces

'Cause she's a real catch, we make a tough pair
A true dynamic duo and when we up there
We sittin' tall at the top
And if she ride or die for me playa I'ma give her all that I got

I break her off and not let her hold the keys
I don't take her out of town, man I take her overseas
It ain't trickin' if you spend it on your lady
Bring the bacon home to baby and everythin'll be gravy

Just let me know if that's soundin' like a plan
'Cause all you really need to change your life is the man
And you appealin' to the King of the Trill and
I just wanna know if you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you

I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' I keep feelin' you
I got the feelin' that I got the feelin' for you

Ooh baby, ooh, baby
Ooh baby, oh baby
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up now


16.Gold Grill

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, M Goodwin, P. Smith

Uh uh, steady now steady 'round
Bitch don't never get no rest

Uh, grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind
I'm 'bout a bitch got some goals with a good credit line
So, we pop the plastic if she hustle, I ball
Long as she payin' daddy, ain't no problems at all

So, we break the mall now and then we fuck
And then the bitch gon' be cool, long as the paper stay up
When she suck on my pipe, them golds shiny and bright
Got them lames hittin' that service every fuckin' night

I'm talkin' 'bout NBA tricks, NFL tricks
NHL tricks, payin' my bitch
Grade 'A' pussy and she payin' for my dick
She on my two-way now, the bitch done hit a fat dick, a fat dick

Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in
yo mouth
With leather inside your car or yo' back in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch, bitch, if it hurt say, 'Ouch'

Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold and ya diamonds is cold

See this one right here, my niggas, we gon' dedicate it
To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills gold plated
Never hated, never will, we stayin' forever trill
But boys on the blocks, they keep comin' forever grill

Open face with them designs shit, maybe a rack on top
And bottom with a couple of diamonds to add some shine
Some niggas got that yella gold, some niggas got that white
Some niggas got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night

Shit, I know this boy with one gold, no ice
I know a nigga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice
Mutha'fuckas with fangs, symbols of gangs or they squad
Some real and some fraud, spell the name of they broad

Got boys that praise the Lord with open face and they cross
Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-ass cost
So, whether you the boss, the runner or the square
C'mon down to the South, we got gold grills everywhere

Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in
yo mouth
With leather inside your car or yo' back in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch, bitch, if it hurt say, 'Ouch'

Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold and ya diamonds is cold

Gold in the middle, they stay shiny, one on each canine
You get one free if you not paid on government aid
Go get some shades you blindin' hoes with 14 carat sun rays
But while they all up in yo grill, they vision blurry for days

Stacked and ya say, 'But couldn't I just stop at one just like
Lays'
You left the whole jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face
You buff 'em and shit, they sparkle like the comets in space
I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club and a spade

White ice on board that's what we be flippin' ball
3rd Ward to 'The Mound', you know that we keep it raw
8 Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile
Say it make her pussy wet and make her nipples get all hard

I try to break myself from the same ol' pattern
In the boulevards scattered, full a hatin' nigga chatterin'
Hoes, if you ask me, 'What them niggas be about？'
Hate me 'cause my flow official and I'm from that Dirty South

Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in
yo mouth
With leather inside your car or yo' back in yo' house
Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch, bitch, if it hurt say, 'Ouch'

Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold and ya diamonds is cold


17.Don't Say Shit

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Cameron Gipp

Hold up, smoke somethin' bitch, uh, uh

Everybody want to know why the airplane was late
I was waitin' for whitey to get my fuckin' paper straight
I'm an Underground King, nigga let my nuts hang, nigga

Nigga, everybody rappin' like they ballin' and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believin' that shit
They diamonds ain't shinin' and they Rolex ain't real
While I'm grippin' on the grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills

Fuck how them bitches feel, I'm workin' wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville, your step daddy can get killed
If he keeps talkin' shit, ain't no thang to get hit
On your video you trill, on your record you tryin' to diss

But everywhere we go, we represent the South
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth
The boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill, bitch you ain't what this about, about

When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all

When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit
Actin' bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all

Say, nigga ain't got shit to hide, I ain't got nothin' to prove
We ain't got nothin' to gain but I got everythin' to lose
So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue
Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya

Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit, I be the same
The game will never be the same, it was made for me to gain
You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my
Flow fly, dope my, wait awhile you know why？ Why？

Too many niggas pop collars and drop dollars, baby ballin'
Bullshitter, frontin' like rottweiliers, no bark, no bite
But showin' thangs, talkin' loud like they knowin' thangs
I'm from Texas nigga, all we do is blow them thangs

Fuck your clique, your corner, your city, your last name
Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night
Got your ass in a fight, it ain't no passin' tonight

When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all

When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit
Actin' bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all

People waitin', some be hatin', I'll be shakin', they'll be
fakin'
Waitin' for me to fall but yet they comin' off the wall
Till I'm ready, keep the gun steady and ready
For anybody crossin' the line with get that fuck shit

Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump
Remember me, The one that had your back up in the club
Remember me, The one that bring you on and show you love
Remember me, The one that rolled by deep in a Cadillina
With a rusty ass niner lookin' for trouble

So what？ I know the same streets you know
Yeah, so what？ I go the same places you go
I got the mark in my skin so you know my set
I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late
I'm the king in these streets till the muthafuckin' end
So you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with my friend

When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all

When I see you at the show, nigga don't say shit
Actin' bad with ya ho, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't fuckin' with y'all

When you see me on the street, nigga
And when I see at the show, nigga
And when I blowin' on the sweep, nigga
And when I cookin' with ya ho, nigga don't say shit


18.Three Sixteens

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman

Whassup, muthafucka？ Yeah it's the funk droppa, the punk stoppa
The trunk poppa, ready to break y'all off somethin' proper
You know I'm a villain so why try？
Fuck a glock, I'm throwin' a glock party, darin' niggas to drive
by

I came to smoke a son of a bitch that went for his but didn't
pull it
Fast enough and got blasted up with a bullet
I'm snipin', I got you in my scope so what's the use of tryin'
to bail？
I'm ready to catch a case but not for yayo, for a murder, mayne

187 ways to rip ya spine out anytime you wanna test
Say you never heard of pain？ Wait till I pull my nine out
And empty out a clip in yo chest cavity

Haven't we been known for takin' it
To the sucka muthafuckas that was fakin' it
Makin' it known I gots my chrome in my ride
And I'm fried, PA nigga worldwide from the Westside, fool

Yeah, I'm serious and this is one of three sixteens
Yeah, ya bastards, I'm serious, this is only one of three
sixteens
Straight up, I'm serious that was only one of three sixteens

Now check this shit out
It's DJ DMD, back with that funk flowin' lazy
Kinda crazy, never letting niggas fade me, I'm a little fast on
the trigga
Niggas, I get my blast on nightly, you don't wanna fight me

Take yo ass on down the block, I keeps my shit cocked
So knock on wood 'cuz shit could get hot
On this spot, some niggas catchin' lead shots
'Cuz ain't no wipin' off these red dots

Now try me if you think I won't bust
Shots to ya dome will leave ya ass in the dust, nigga
'Cuz ain't nobody droppin' bigger hits
I'm makin' tracks upon, track upon, tracks to make these niggas
shit

And I'm down with some fa sho, niggas
So tell me how you gon' diss me with a clique full of ho niggas？
You keep yo ass in yo muthafuckin' set
Or take a slug in ya muthafuckin' chest, Reggie
Mark ass nigga, ya punk bitch

I'm serious and this is two of three sixteens
Ya punks, I'm serious, this is two of three sixteens
Punk ass niggas, I'm serious, this was two of three sixteens
Sixteen number three

Some muthafuckas think they can go with me
But most of them niggas just some hoes to me
I got a lotta niggas that's down with me
But too many niggas like to clown with me

They act like they know me but they really don't
They ask me to come kick it but they know I won't
I see they ass in PA, they don't know me
I see they ass in Houston, I'm they homie

But nigga, how it feel to be a ho？
Gettin' yo ass kicked at every muthafuckin' show
Tryin' to be a gangsta but nigga you's a fool
And tryin' to kick it with me, like me and y'all cool

But nigga, let's see if you can with that chrome
I shoulda popped yo ass when you rolled into my home
But bitch niggas steal and G niggas mack
And busta ass niggas gettin' bullets in they back
And that's a muthafuckin' fact

Ya little muthafucka, I'm serious
And that was three of three sixteens
For any niggas that wanna test
Come up and stress these three muthafuckin' sixteens

You can't fuck wit it, fool
We drops three of three sixteens
And ain't a muthafucka tight like this
We droppin' three tight ass sixteens

Yeah, I wanna send this out to all them niggas in the ward
You know what I'm sayin'？ That drop all that muthafuckin' shit
Like we drop that shit and to all them other muthafuckas
On that other muthafuckin' side

Talking all that other blowsy ass shit
Y'all need to get back â€~fore I get some muthafuckin' shit on
my toes
I done done it before, ho and I'll do it again
U G muthafuckin' K 94, eat a dick, goddammit

Treal ass niggas don't stop


19.One Day

作詞：Chris Barriere, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Ernie
Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley,
Christopher H Jasper

One day you here
And then you're gone

Mama put me out at only fourteen
So I start sellin' crack cocaine and codeine
Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin'
wit, yeah

My mama's only son
But I live everyday like it's 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

But if I die or should I say if I go
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go
'Cuz tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thin' promised to a playa is the penitentiary

So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips
When ya think about that you say, 'It'll be on'
It's a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone

One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone

One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone

This world we livin' in man it ain't nuthin' but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya in' New York niggas gettin' shot fo
bombers
Now they got yo life in the former they in like California
Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana

Gangbangin' 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 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 looks like when he come out man I'm goin' in
So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin' zone
'Cuz one day you here but the next day you gone

One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone

I'm up early 'cuz 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 lookin' shife so I look shife back
Can't show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life
jacked
Mayn it's a trip where I stay especially for me
This bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century

They gave my boy down in Florida 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 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 killas live
And take my homeboy's son away
Man if you got kids show 'em you love 'em
'Cuz God just might call em home
'Cuz one day you here but baby, the next day you gone

One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone


20.Diamonds and Wood

作詞：Chad Butler, George Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Gary Lee Cooper,
Bernard Freeman, Garry Marshall Shider

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood

I'm pimpin' down the ave you know I'm lookin' tight
These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife
Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that
Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do
that

Who's says he's going through a thang
When ya'll ain't never lied
I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine
Wicked women using children to live on
When I hurt and try to hate 'cause she knows the thrill is gone

Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in ninety four
But niggas thinkin' that a sweeps gone get the through my door
And niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place
I know 'cause he can't look me eye to eye when he in my face

Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean
Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean
Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like
So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm, I'm, I'm pushin' down the ave

I see these niggas and days go and come
And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm pissed
I grab my cis and I split my sista with my bunk
Some of my sweets be tight
And some of my sweets be fucked up

But all of my sweets gonna blow so killas smoke get sucked up
I looked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol
play
But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this away
I'm puffin' spliffs of hay still upset about the drama here

At this time of year I'm wipin' away
My dead homey momma's tear shit
But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me
So I have to be in that matter on that 503

I'm livin' dastardly
Must be all about survival G
These niggas passin' me streets just keep on gettin' live with
me
They say there has to be another way but I ain't feelin' that

They try to steal a lad, and my wig they wanna peel it back
But still the fact remains
It's all about the game swangin' bang
Peace to ESG and all the victims of the game

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm, I'm, I'm pushin' down the ave

I'm pimpin' through the ave. tryin' to see some good
But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood
Niggas frown, when you up and smile when you down
And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin'
around

I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways
We all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives
away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she love me but all we do now is fuck 'n' fight

My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep
The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets
And even though I'm gay to street fame comin' from this rap game
Lust for thankin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang

Some get a waste and misplace tryin' to win the race
Some try to hold on to there place by smokin' with lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood
I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood

I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
I'm pushin' down the ave no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood
So it's your life


21.It's Supposed To Bubble

作詞：Bun B, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Donald Hepburn,
Pimp C, B Smith

PA, TA and I keep yelling it but y'all don't hear me though
On the cool, I'm trying to tell them it be the place
That I be laying low, lamping in my hometown
Niggaz ain't trippin', so I gets to keep my chrome down

And I be dippin' around the spots that niggaz pass
Swisha's, serving to the fiends, calling me
Mr. Big Buns, snatching checks from your momma
Making dollars, hoes holla, hustling bring ya drama

Uh but I don't sweat it fool, I come from where the best ride
Ain't no punks where I'm from on that West side
PA nigga, outta town with big nuts
Where outta town motherfuckers lose they life on the cut

But we ain't trippin', pass that dipplin'
And it's gonna be all right, soon as I get fried tonight
Yeah bitch, I got ya ho but ho, I'll break ya knees
Full of Dom Perignon, Amp water for the G's

It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes, it just be like that sometimes
It just be like that sometimes, it just be like that sometimes

Well, I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm smoking big fat dank
I don't fuck around no mo with that goddamn drank
But every time I get down with my nigga Big Mike
We go and get a bottle of that Dom all night

I got that green monster baby, can you buy that？
Plus I got Swisha suit for days, you wanna try that？
I roll them, most of them big and fat they look like ball bats
I live in P A T, the East side, niggas sayin' jack

These laws be trippin' 'cause they think I'm selling much crack
They just can't stand to see a nigga roll in Cadillac
But I bought it in cash and I don't think that you can take it
back
I feel like Goldie every day I think I'm living a Mac

And I ain't trippin', flippin' then switches taking a trip to
the 'Backs
'Cause my nigga D called me and said that bitch was gonna be
packed
Yeah bitch, I got ya ho but ho, I'll break ya knees
Full of Dom Perignon, Amp water for the G's

It's Dom Perignon, it's supposed to bubble
It just be like that sometimes, it just be like that sometimes
It just be like that sometimes, it just be like that sometimes


22.Chrome Plated Woman

作詞：Chad L Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Allen Toussaint

Chamillion gave me the bitch, she was already a star
Now all these niggaz wanna fuck my car
She a video hoe, the bitch make big money
Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny

You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine
Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens
Now watch her fat ass drop
Fifth po'in' out and the trunk gets popped

These niggaz schemin' on my young hoe
Niggaz so gung-hoe bitch can't let me go
I bring the bitch value up ten times
It's goin' higher every time I write another line

I get my paper in the streets
Big cocaine, grip grain and pimp the lane
I really miss Robert Davis
I'm reppin' for ya baby leave these niggaz on the pavement

I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

Well let me introduce ya to the baddest bitch alive
Can't nothin' fuck wit her when I put her in drive
Other hoes got fo' shoes, but mine got five
And got the hood buzzin' like a beehive

She's immaculately dressed, with good hygiene
Take a bath everyday, 'cause she gots to stay clean
I wipe her down slow with a real soft rag
Now she lookin' so good a nigga gots to brag

When we pull up my nigga we stop to show
You probably kill yourself when you see the suicide do'
In the summer time she might come outside without a top
And one look'll make a nigga mouth drop

We don't stop, we keep it rollin' like a ball
With a bitch this bad, how could a nigga take a fall？
Naw she ain't for y'all, you gots to get your own
Just make sho' that she's covered in chrome, c'mon

I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

On the highway livin' the fly way
Bitch on my hood, guidin' my way
Money on the nightstand, never did lay
True to the game, I put that on P.A.

P.A. still gettin' sucked under the street lights
And nigga it sho' feel good when you're livin' right
Eatin' right, fuckin' right
Steady pimpin' bitches through my website

So get your head right and get your bread right
'Cause baby girl'll hit you in your chest dead right
Have it on your mind 'cause she'll put it in your heart
The game'll be over 'fore the motor even start

With the brand new parts got them boys eruptin'
But don't call it plastic surgery, it's body sculptin'
Take a old school give it new car sense
And then I don't regret one motherfuckin' dollar I spent, mayne

I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman

The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin'
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman


23.Like That (Remix)

作詞：Steve D Below, Chad Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery
Harris

Check 1 2 ,1 2, 1 2
You like that

Uh, bitch gon' get down on the flo'
You ain't gettin' paper what you twerkin' it fo'？
All I see is a bunch of ones
Need to leave with a pimp, time to have some fun

All these niggaz is really lame
Just talkin' to a nig 'cause you like the game
Later on you gon' bite that
Bitch you know you like that

Choose a pimp, I'm the shit
Check the record, I'm legit
That nigga you with he counterfeit
He crawlin', I'm ballin' bitch

Don't get offended
When I call you by that pet name
Gon' be up in it
When I stand up in that wet thang

Piece and chain, full of diamonds
Gettin' paper the American way
Sable coat with silk lining
Upgrade, throw the mink away

I'm like Beyonce to the left
Any bitch can be replaced
But I stand to the right, shinin' bright
Ready to put dick in your face

You don't want me to talk like that
You ever got fucked in a Maybach？
You ever got buck in the back of the 'llac？
Roof gone, top back

I'm the real this ain't no actin'
Monkey niggaz playin' dumb
Nigga knife, he ain't layin' no pipe
I lay up in you bitch you gon' cum

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that

Well this Big Dick Cheney, I come to snow
We go Mighty Joe Young upside a hoe head
And fuck how she feel like she bought the whole grid
I ain't payin' attention to what the hoe said

That hoe can go 'head, if she ain't feelin' it
She ain't goin' nowhere, she love how I'm drillin' it
Throw it up on her she throw it right, back
Bitch you know you like, that

In your mouth but don't bite, that
I'm a dog that's gon' bite, back
Do it doggy style I'm gon' hit that
For an hour or two, is you with, that？

Toot it up and I'ma tap that
Fully pack that, then I'ma smack that
Bring it back back, yeah right back
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that

Bitch I see you lookin' at my chain
Can't take your eyes off the panky rang
Bitch I'm standin' on the top
Like we in the 10th, young bitch I'ma pimp

And you like everythin' I stand fo'
Bitch don't use no hands, hoe
All jaws, pull it back
Bitch you know you like that

Let me do what I wanna do let me do what I feel
C'mon ride sidesaddle with the king of the trill
All this damn conversatin' ain't worth the breath
Just lean to the right while I work the left

Vice verse and reverse then it's up to Daisy
Damn this pussy drive me fuckin' crazy
I'm fiendin' to eat it baby like crack
'Cause bitch you know I like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
Bitch you know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Girl you know you like that
You know you like that

Bitch you know you like that
You know you like that
Bitch you know you like that
Bitch you know I like that


24.Swishas And Dosha

作詞：Stevie Below, Chad L Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Stephen J
Rideau

Know I'm talkin' 'bout？
Like we always do about this time, bitch

I got candy in my cup, candy in my car
Candy on my wrist, candy on my car
Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin'
Man I feel so awkward when I ain't got no barre to spliff

I keep a whole sip, a whole clip
In case these pussy niggaz wanna trip
Fly high boy, high fly boy
'Fore I fly high, lookin' at them jackers in their eye

I remember when a rapper was a go getta
Now all these rappers is some hoe niggaz
Hide behind the guards at the show nigga
Don't want no pussy, homosexual, on the low nigga

That's y'all, I'm from the old school
Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short Dog, the real Short Dog
Who see me drapin' drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha

Fuck niggaz bumpin' gums, real niggaz be bumpin' screw
So don't get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you
I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin' but ready rockers
That's down for pistol play, on boy's that's steady knockers

Got boppers that's steady jockin', goofy niggaz in my ear
Bitch, I'ma self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here
Weak niggaz wanna plead their case, just to raise up out my face
I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out
the taste

You MySpacin' and Facebookin'
Playin' games with them toys
I'm in the streets where gangstas meet
While you're on line with them boys

So step your game up, build your name up
Quit your talkin' and quit your doin'
All that plannin' and contemplatin'
When the fuck you gon' start pursuin'？

Cars ain't drivin' themselves, mansions ain't buildin'
themselves
They waitin' for Annie Mae and they need to stop feelin'
themselves
They wealth ain't comin' until they earn it
But that somethin' they won't know 'til they learn it, while
burnin'

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha

I'ma tell you pussy niggaz once again
Ain't had no friends since I left the pen
It's some niggaz I respect in the rap game
But it's some niggaz that I better not hear sayin' my fuckin'
name

You say I love a stripper, pullin' down my zipper
That hoe was payin' me, bitch don't try to play with me
You runnin' from the fight, hidin' bitch, I stay with it
You gotta problem with me, go to Li'l J with it

This is UGK, get it？ Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun
Three little G's is stayin' hard, you comin' limp simply son
They want it, we can give 'em some, probably not what they wanna
see
Trill ass niggaz certified, ain't never been no wannabe

Has been's, never was, past due, outdated
Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it
You talkin' down but we comin' up as well as comin' down
So Pimp sum it up baby

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we drivin'
Benz's and Cadi's, swangin' big bodies
Swishas and dosha


25.Touched

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Joe Johnson

Listen up, I got a story to tell
Hey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, man, listen up, I got this story to tell on the cool

Now, once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga, like myself had to strong arm a ho
Now, this was not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no God damn sense, tryin' to 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 now but a punk
In the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth 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 muthafuckah this way and dump, oh, what？
You scared to go to the pen？ Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap yo'
rump
Man, I thought he played bold, be he ain't even fuss
Man, the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to bus'
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 the prey
He tried to hunt the hunter, and got hunted down his God damn
self
In PA, 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 to piece the rest yo'self
Oh, yes yo' health is what's in question and I hope
That this ass whoopin', teach you a motherfuckin' lesson.

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
'Cause deep down in the South, boy's comin' up cold
Talkin' down my name and what it's all about, you niggas
Better get some cut and get my name out yo' mouth

'Cause I don't know why you got flex with me, testin' me
But, I'ma pull my shit and let you see that all that carry the
jack
Ain't what it's about, so you haters need to quit with that po'
Hustlin' and take another ride

Niggas, often crossed the line, the movies got this boy fucked
Up in the mind, not to mention the wine and codeine syrup
Combined easy access to 9's and shit talkin' hoes that's fine
And all they got time for is four Swisher dimes, committing
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

Bitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school, he don't
know
I hang with killers, will 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, 'Them bitches stun', so raise yo' own children
Don't try to raise mine and when you see me, step with caution
'Cause I'm buckin' for mine, bitch.

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
You done crossed the line, now you gon' get fucked
I already told you before, but you ain't borrowing that

So, this time I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the map
Such a shame but this all in the game and since the early
sixties
Ain't a damn thang changed, we got haters over here
And haters over there but, I got my pistol and it ain't pointed
in the air

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 yo' girl, put big dick in her
world
Bust nuts in her curl, when I hit it from the back, she said
'Baby, I can't take it', push my dick up in her harder

Bitch, I'm straight up tryin' to break it, you a simp-ass nigga
You told that bitch, that, 'You love her', but I'm straight up
fuckin'
That pussy like that nigga off that colors but I ain't gon' 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 show stopper
Pistol popper, you ain't ready if I let this hot thing hit you

Feel 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 nigger dead, buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40, nigga, I be comin' bad, 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
Buck, buck, buck, hit your nigga in the leg, hit yo' bitch in
the gut
But we know where your ass stay, so your ass will get touched

Speaked the wrong words I'm high on them herbs
And you will get touched because yo' ass deserve
To get done real fast in front of yo' kids to show 'em

What real type of bitch you is and it's that boy named
Three to the two, forever stayin' true just a player makin' due
And I gotta tell it to the whole wide world, how you got bitched
Razor neck just like a motherfuckin' girl, little muthafuckin'
girl


26.Choppin' Blades

作詞：C Butler, B Freeman, B Jones, D Stevens, E Stevens, T
Stevens, Jesse Bonds Weaver, M Whitemon

Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
Boys kickin' back, layin' in the shade
Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made
90s was for jackin', 2000 for the ballers

The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala
Sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga
Polo horses on my bed-fuck Hilfiga
I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto, I'm a star
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in
I made this for the niggas tryin' ta chop in they cars

Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades

Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my Glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lock-up boy, they slangin' rock up
And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my 'Pac up
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'

Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades

Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades

It's time to hit the slab, Benz sittin' low
I'm puffin' on the 'dro, I got the pistol in the do'
I pulled up in my ride, these hoes lookin' hot
If she get up on my leatha, then her panties gon' drop
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock
I just can't stop bleedin' my block
Got some prime cut cock, I mean some private ass stock

They put it in they mouth and never say,'No'
Some nut suckin' hoes, I mean some dick suckin' pros
That like to get exposed, and play with they nose
And bend they pussy over, for my nigga, and touch they toes
She do that shit for daddy, but them tricks gotta pay
Just like E 40 Pimpin' in a major way

It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
It's all for the money, she tryin' ta stay paid
Steady breakin' niggas on them shiny ass thangs
I'm deep up in the street, I'm tryin' to fill my nuts
And later on I'ma try to skeet it on her butt

Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades

Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the Caddy, bitch, I'm fresher than Dentyne
Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco
From Philly to 'Frisco where the Don be a Sisqo
You better get some blades if you still ridin' this ho

Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
If you fittin' ta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's
I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please
It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues
It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros some real and some fraud
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up

Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades
Could I, would I, should I break 'em？
Uh, I wanna chop blades

Yeah, dedicated to boys choppin' on chromin' thangs
Damn blades, know what I'm sayin'？
Choppin' in that 4th
Choppin' in the 5th
Acres Home


27.The Game Been Good To Me

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery Harris

You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(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 me

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

You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up, bitch)

You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
The game been good to me
(Pussy nigguh)

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 wit' 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

You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch)

You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
The game been good to me
(Pussy nigguh)

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'ma hit yo' ass back
You fight witcho tongue, I send 'em killa
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguh

You lost yo' spot when you went pop
CD flopped, you ain't hot
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch)

You lost your cars and yo' house
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
The game been good to me
(Smoke sum'hin, bitch)

Got caught with the shit, twenty years
You'se a snitch, you turned bitch
The game been good to me
(Hol' up, bitch)

I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Bought me all, of yo' dough
The game been good to me
(Pussy nigguh)


28.Holdin' Na

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Robert Arthur Ford, Bernard James Freeman,
Denzil Miller, J Moore, C. Smith, Lawrence Smith, Kurtis Walker

Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me？
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R and B bitches on they knees

I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
Nigga, you're a lame, you ain't holding like Sweet James
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome

20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do do

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

Man, I break the scene, way before I became a king
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it

I made it to levels that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene, make the women on me cream
And my money went to green from poppin' chrome

Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it
'Cause we holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast and we control it na

Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
Four TV's in my cars, I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin' 'cause it platinum we
shippin'

From Clover Land to PA, it be on for life
And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life
Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife

It's the C the N to the O-T-E
And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG
We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we
holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na

Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na


29.Fuck My Car

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Johnson

Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some nigga G's

Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So, tell me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy look good

So, I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked good I didn't feel no pride
All the bitch wanted to do is just fuck my ride

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute
But pussy is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by they momma

Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', them hoes told me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie

Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggaz at the club and took all them hoes home

And didn't even fuck, man what the fuck
If you didn't want to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean？ I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut？

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back
Bitch I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac

And I'ma fuck you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG rims
Color TV, VCR playin X-rated films

Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all niggaz the difference between y'all and me
You see, man I can tell all that bitch wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free

But bitch not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you bitch!

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car


30.Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion

作詞：Chad L. Butler, Brian Keith Fleming, Bernard James Freeman,
Todd Anthony Shaw

One time for yo' muthafuckin'
Back, bitch, Kool Ace, UGK

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

But it ain't no illusion, I know you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo' wit' fly bitches
Makin' ole deals, now, ho, ain't Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game, mo' like Peter Parker

P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like, Uncle Sam and we gon' jam
I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show

I know my shit is extreme
But I'm all about them does
(Pimpin' ain't no illusion)
When I'm steppin' on the scene
Be there four deep, hella clan

My reality is your favorite dream, stop that shit, daddy
Best believe Kool Ace gon' keep it real
Pimp C and Bun B to testify for the ear
Excuse me, y'all but this about Southern shit

Now, tell me can you, feel this, bitch？
We givin' 'em brain contusions
Pimp C, what's the conclusion？
Pimpin' ain't no illusion

And pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

Pimpin' ain't dead, nigga, it just began
How the fuck you know Sweet Jones？
My hoes still out there sellin' ass
Yo' bitch is out of pocket

'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary
Real hoes gon' front on a simp
But she gon' do it for daddy
Fuck niggas, watch them mack and pimp on my floozie

But boy, my bitches know the difference
Between real pimpin' and movies
It's the difference between real leather
And that shit at yo' house

I don't know what y'all doin' up there
But we really pimpin' in the South
Every since I was 17, I been stackin' my green
Went for servin' rocks to fiends and rockin' club full a teens

Went from bumpin' Screw in Houston, sippin' promythazine
To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath to smokin' on sticky green
I'm still Pimp C, bitch, I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us
But me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus, sittin' on all gold Daytons

Bitch, take a look around
These hoes steady choosin'
This is the conclusion
Pimpin' ain't no illusion
(Pimpin' ain't no illusion)

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

If you got any love fo' that broad you wit
Nigga, move her 'fore you lose her
'Cause a beggar ain't a muthafuckin' chooser
Third leg is a bitch abuser, infamous

In cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean
No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis, come catch a wif a this
Damn, can't you taste it？ Now yo' money's up in smoke
Like you freebased it, now bitch replaced it
Wit' a sexual favor but don't get mad at real pimpin', nigga

Check yo' behavior and savor, the aroma from Promona to Tacoma
Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer
Fuck a Sonoma, I'm on a mission for Benzes
Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless

And then my friends is slappin' niggas with glass chins
It's funny sendin' tricks home, broke and defenseless
And, ever since this, boy been pimpin' the pen
I promise never to ever leave home without my pimpin' again,
that's why

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

You know, I got to tell you players what I'm thinkin' about
My bitch got bold opened a bank account
When I found the bitch checkbook, I didn't get mad
'Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash

I broke it down to her, she gave me the dough
Do you remember what you was before I made you a ho？
You was a broke bitch, you couldn't even smoke shit
Couldn't stay focused and don't forget it, bitch

Yo' whole life changed the day you met me
Now you think you need a bank account
Baby, I can't see, you managin' this money, it's too much
All you do is look good and then you fuck

Git my money, git yo' money, it's all the same
The shit ain't even funny when you talk about this game
They call me Too $hort, baby, I'm still in it
Ain't no camouflage, nothin' but this real pimpin', beeyatch

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change

Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out on that
fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own change
Pimpin' ain't no illusion


31.Swishas ＆ Herb

作詞：Stevie Below, Chad L Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Stephen J
Rideau

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb

Sippin' lean, smokin' on some pine
Girl I'm pimpin', got money on my mind
Game is crazy, niggaz lazy, I got heavy fire
for sure

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb

You know Bun B the business street soulja in the trenches
Frontline comin' down on twenty four inches
Dope boys hangin' on the corners and the benches
Sayin' it's a drout so it's plenty of heat pinches

Boy, used to come up from the rags to the riches
Plush lifestyle with the bad ass bitches
But now it's like the game is full of nothin' but some snitches
And wanna be gangsters that's scared to put 'em in ditches

Fed's takin' pictures so the cameras go click
And video rollin' while I'm holdin' my dick
They follow me around like they doin' they job
But while you watchin' me how many people gettin' robbed

Lets keep it trill 'cause we already know
What it already is and how it already go
That's why we chop blades comin' down real slow
Pop trunks, swang, riders slam Cadillac door
Pass the swisha let's blow

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb

Before we get started, every body roll up one for Pimp C
Before we go any further, take your lighter, light it up for me
Now let's go, now let's go and all the girls get down on the
floor
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know

I'm whippin' big wheels, whippin' big wheels
Hope your drink don't spill whippin' big wheels
Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

And if you all down for me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
And if you all down with me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C

Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb
Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas ＆ erb


32.Something Good (Pimp C's Remix)

作詞：Bernie Bismark, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Shitoro
Henderson, Stevie Wonder

One with a trigger, two with a bat, three big brothers
Four wanna squal with me, so I guess a brother gotta throw
Tell 'em like this ya better get up out my camp dude
Before I have to pull a gat and get real rude

I don't figure that it's worth gettin' hurt
Just 'cuz ya gal wanna give me that skirt
Bet it feels funny when ya doin' 69
Knowin' that ya sippin' on all my jimmy wine

And when ya get a kiss, do ya feel bad
Knowin' that ya swallowed on a skeeter that I had
You wanna step to me but I don't really think you should
I shoulda shot you up instead I told ya something good

Tell me something good, oh, baby, baby, baby, yeah
Tell me somtheing good, oh, yeah, yeah
Tell me something good, oh, oh, tell me, baby, tell me
Tell me somthing good, oh, baby, baby, baby, yeah

What's up with that bulge in ya khakis？
You wanna pack a gat but you still ain't got the pull to come
and jack me
You betta bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna
throw
'Cuz by yourself you runnin' to the floor

I seen your kind before man you nothin' with your hand
More than a punk but still less than a man
You talk a lot of nothin' when ya chillin' with the ladies
Let me catch ya by yourself, you're pushin' up some daisies

Now, crazy you wanna be but punks with no heart ain't hard
They just waitin' for Bun to pull they card
You betta keep you weak self locked in ya hood
'Cuz without your boys Imma have to tell you something good

Tell me something good, oh, baby, baby, baby, yeah
Tell me somtheing good, oh, yeah, yeah
Tell me something good, oh, oh, tell me, baby, tell me
Tell me somthing good, oh, baby, baby, baby, yeah

See brothers nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop
Gettin' all shot over a girl that I done popped
You need to check your gal and what she did in the past
'Cuz if you know like me, you would drop her real fast

But I ain't 'bout to do her 'cuz I'm scared of that disease
'Cuz she's passin' out the skin like government cheese
But not me player 'cuz Pimp C wanna live
Have you had your test, are you HI positive？

But instead of gettin' checked you wanna fight with me
You need to check your blood and let somebody check your teeth
But if you don't step, Imma drop on ya fast
And pump off lead like bullets in your ass

I didn't do your girl but your sister was alright
Took her to my homeboy's Caddy last night
She waxed my jimmy and then the little street tramp
Did me on a box of tens and a Pioneer amp

I hit if from the back and the girl just threw me
Turned me on my stomach and she scratched me on my booty
Now everybody in the world
Know that your sister is a nasty little girl

Tell me something good, oh baby, baby, baby, yeah
Tell me something good, oh yeah, yeah

Now let's talk 'bout these part time hustlers
Throwin' up a set that you ain't down with boy ya nothin' but a
buster
Talkin' 'bout you down to pull a jack
Boy, you couldn't jack a car when your tires caught a flat

I hear you talkin' all that pistol poppin' in the place
But if my boys ran up on you, you'd probably pull some mace
I see it in your face you ain't got the heart to swing
Your hands be in your pocket when it's time to throw them things

Now every single day another brother pulls an act
He's tryin' to be trill but I can see that yellow stripe down
his back
It's a fact of life I learned and understood
A brother ain't nothin' if he can't come and tell you something
good


33.Live Wires Connect

Keith Murray, UGK
And oh, my Lord Jamar

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty
Go and find me or hidin', with wine and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost
I'm gone in the wind

My momma keep on tellin' me there's Bun in the sin
I guess I'm hell-bound destined to learn my lesson
Sess in my chestin' it burn but I keep on puffin', no bluffin'
They don't call me Big Bun for nothin'

No homeboys you come dead, well put 'em to rest
Bumba clocks 'em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead and if in all die
Will you run dead 'em again

Well, go on buddy let 'em fly
That's how it is in my city, and your city
Sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty per capita, all around
From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

Now watch this current rock it current
For a sentence for a triple homicide
Cripple any drama that reside in the mind
Of those livin' outside of my state line

Let 'em know we all the same kind
With the same crimes, catchin' the same time
Which translates to hang time
Organized gangs slangin' dime

Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this
Everywhere I go, brothers hustlin' to make the doe
Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow
Like grass but meanwhile take a blast of the el
And let the smell resonate, never hesitate
When it comes to puttin' food on your plate

Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams
Keep your eyes on the cream
Live wires on the team connect
Get respect for they realness
I know you feel this

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

Uhh, now who that tryin' ta claim they be thumpin'
That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin'
Because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there
Cocoa butter, got that, make 'em all for
Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel

But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing
And block out this stress my past criminal life might bring
The only way I use to nip it in the bud
Was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts
I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make

It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes
Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa
Mr. Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger
Killer with scrilla, they be missin' me with the bomb breakin'
'Cause I gets busy like no corn wheat

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

I'm tryin' ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me
It's all about my family, it's all about my candy
It's all about the crush, all about the feelin' good
All about the rush, all about us, the first family

Somethin' that a young fool never really planned to be
But funny situations, do bring change
And young fools do out here in this wicked game
That's how I'm gonna starve when fools eatin' steak

Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make
Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth
But I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me
And I might have to do shady things

Stick up kid all out, no shame
Run your rings, ear ring in change
Don't make me give it to ya 'cause it ain't no thang
I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs

I gotta let 'em hang
I'm stuck in '87 tryin' to regain' my brain
Too many undercover know my name
A phone line like fire 'cause I'm a live wire

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

Who is this with malicious onslaughts？
Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
And we bustin' on all you losers
Ridin' twenty deep in two black Land Cruisers

Recognize or get paralyzed with the drum
Where I'm from they promise you a fair one
Then blast you with the gun
And everybody standin' around like it's funny
Junior L.O.D pickin' your pockets for your money

The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it
No more than four minutes and some seconds
And live wire connected
From my peoples on the street who respect it
And the jeeps, hoop ties, Benz and Lexus

My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas
Let's see who's next to test this
Some herbs, ready to get their heads served
To the hard curb

From the east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang

The east to the west up north to the down south
Live wires connect so if you swangin' on thangs
Or down to gang bang, or waitin' on the train
It's still the same thang


34.Int'l Player's Anthem

作詞：Paul Beauregard, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Jordan
Houston, Willie Hutch

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town

And I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no lookin' back

Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a Pip, I'm glad it's night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum

When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premier out the womb
My partner yellin', 'Too soon, don't do it, reconsider
Read some literature on the subject, you sure？ Fuck it'

'You know we got your back like chiropractic
If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in
detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya'

'Keep your heart three stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart three stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, three stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part, play your part'

Sweet Jones, by bitch a choosy lover
Never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser

Trash like the fuck for forty dollars in the club
Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy

Oooh oooh
I choose you girl

Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
Because it's greener on that other side, if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you've never seen, the seven wonders of the
world
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl

When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burnin' up the paper on the dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable

We rockin' precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back
I'm a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life, watch your daddy get rich

Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B
'Cause what's a hoe with no pimp
And whats a pimp with no hoes？
Don't be a lame, you know the game
And how it goes, we tryin' to get Jones

Oooh oooh
I choose you girl

Eni mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin' is something I don't do, tippin, for life？
(Mmm mmm)

That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule
(Mmm hmm)
Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella
'Cause its gonna get wetter

Better prepare you for the see saw pole
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she don't

Ask, ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers gettin' sloppy
Slaughter, slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
'Cause he payin' 20K a day, that bastard is eating good

Like an infant on a double D, bastard is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump

Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick, pick the kitties up

Oooh oooh
I choose you girl

I, I chose you baby


35.Trill Ass Nigga

作詞：Bernie Bismark, Bernard Freeman, Shitoro Henderson

Bone hard nigga, hoes be runnin' from the scene
'Cause I'm out to demean, count the green
An' throw that Jim in the in between
Now Bun B moves slick
'Cause I tell all the niggaz to get they gats
An' tell the hoes to get this dick

Now punks be lookin' at my boys on the block
They scopin' the corner, motherfuckers, I warn ya
Too many niggaz tried to get these fiends
You brothers better cut some fuckin' humpers on this scene

'Cause cluckers don't go for small dope
You fin' to lose when dope fiends cut ya fuckin' throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab an' tell that bitch to get gone

Because my face don't need to be on the street
See, I put out my dope, get my cash, then I'm tearin' ass
I'm in an' out quick as day
Might drop a hundred or two but I won't miss it anyway

Because as long as the majority of shit gets fat
I'm cool to give myself a little slack
See, I've been doin' this too damn long to start my slang
An' makin' all them pay for dem thangs

I got a thirty-five square block cut
Down to take your money, dope, your hoe an' your nut
Big dope, big rhymes, big dick, big attitude
Man, I'm down with Big Tyme an' I'm a trill ass nigga

Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga

You claim you got much dope an' you got much backup
But you ain't got jack shit to make this nigga slack up
So if you wanna buck, buck up, bitch an' let me black that eye
Ho', you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye

Now if you're down, act like it, bitch
Step in that grass, I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' bitch ass
An' buffin' ain't a good ass plan
You get smacked the fuck up, now unball them fuckin' hands

You see you need to be true to yourself
'Cause if you'll front, your ass'll be on my shelf
An' trill ass niggaz, they love to blast
But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' motherfuckin'
ass

An' you ain't never been shit to your hood
Your ass shoulda listened when I told you 'Something Good'
But right about now, I ain't sayin' a damn thang
If you wanna do it, then step your ass to the ring

An' bring on your boys, I'm takin' all you hoes one by one
Hands flyin' like bullets from a gun
I'm steady whoopin' that ass, ho'
Nigga by nigga out the window, you better watch that glass, ho'

Stepped to Bun B an' you thought I was a punk
Now you bitch-asses half dead in my trunk
You fronted big man an' then went out like a ho'
Nigga, kiss that motherfuckin' flo' 'cause I'm a trill ass nigga

Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga

I'm just a trill ass nigga walkin' down the street
It's Bun B, bitch, the nigga you an' your girlfriends wanna meet
My nuts hang to the road
So buck up an' get fucked up by the Big Tyme mother load

You better watch that ass when you roll
Ease up on U.G.K., you gotta pay the fuckin' toll
An' we ain't hearin' that ying yang
You keep on runnin' that lip an' watch yo' ass get slanged

Yeah, Bun B'll talk shit
But if you think I can't back it up niggaz, try an' make a
fuckin' hit
Pimp C'll slam you to the peel
You're layin' on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him an' his
fuckin' reel

The U.G.K. Posse, they might boom boom
An' we down to let the gat go boom
So call 911 an' let the law scoop yo' punk ass up
Before we make you niggaz shit in your drawers

The life of the trill niggaz ain't no joke
'Cause we down to go for motherfuckin' broke
So watch out for the niggaz in the khakis
The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don't jack, G

Because the dicks hang low, to any two-bit ho'
An' I'm about to get some shit on my toes
An' I'ma keep on doin' it, Clyde
The cocaine's in the back of the ride of a trill ass nigga

Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga

Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill, trill ass nigga
Trill ass nigga, trill


36.976-Bun B

作詞：Bernie Bismark, Chad Butler, Shitoro Henderson

Yeah, 976-Bun B
That new shit for '92
All you niggaz peep this one
Check it out

Aiyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a
gat
'Cause the dick's hangin' low an' 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

Pick up ya phone an' dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
For live shit comin' from Bun B's lips
An' I'm givin' hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut
Gushin' out, be in telecommunications

976, 2862
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin' you
Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place

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 an' 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 an' 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 an' pretty soon

I'm stickin' that ass like a fool in the bed
All I can see is the top an' back of your head
It ain't about conversation or make that hit
On a first name basis, ho', 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
An' yo, it ain't about the phone call, this about the nut'n
So let me bust a fat load on your belly button

See, quiet storm done, put a notch on your belt
An' 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 an' 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 pussy hole 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
An' if I keep on fuckin', you'll keep on callin'

An' 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 976-BUN B, bitch


37.Short Texas

作詞：Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman

Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S H O R T
Texas where them trill ass niggaz be living naughty
Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up my trunk and let's see what I have to sell

I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll meet your fucking maker
'Cause I ain't taking, no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts

Yo, so who's a bold bitch？
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they find you in a ditch

This dope ain't yo dope and these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafucking guts
Don't make me pump this bitch and unload
Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the muthafucking road

And don't even try to come back nigga, yo
'Cause me Dre and C got fingers on a fat trigger

We making too much money moving weight
And before you hit my cuts, you better get your shit straight
'Cause it ain't safe to just try and show yo ass up
Street sweeper booming cold blow yo ass up

And ain't nobody scared to blast
We pull them triggers fast
And then we bailing on yo bitch ass

But if yo shit is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas

Niggaz on the track dropping shit about TX
As long as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checks
Young muthafuckas at the age of 16
Cooking up some llello for the local drug king

The market's not open so they call it closed circuit
Short Short Texas watch them hard thugs work it
5-0's on the scene make the all time drug bust
Out next week slanging some more white dust

Real, oh, so trill, the life's no glamor
At the end of my time is spent in a slammer
Fucking up shit with the 9 inch chrome
So all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home

And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele ounce of llello, in jail make bail
From longs to short, it's constant dope sales

Stupid muthafuckas smoking dummies and noids in jail
On U.S.T., Crack University
Home of the Fighting Fiends, the streets reimburse me
Cops finding my stash, yo what could the worst be

Through so going undercover then turning dirty
Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch
Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Calling my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas

I don't give a fuck who you be
You ain't 'bout to sell no fucking dope in P.A.T.
You could be Tony Montana in this bitch
Have a boat load of dope but you still ain't selling shit

Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure
We gon' let you come up and sell dope in Texas nigga
See you don't understand, it's our muthafucking cuts
So step in like I said before, we'll take them muthafucking nuts

Ask the last nigga brought his fucking ass down
Trying to sell that fucking dope he bought in H-Town
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured
I'm a go to Port Arthur and run them fucking niggaz

Brought his fucking gun, guess he shoulda bust
So they took his shit and put his dick in the dust
Stupid ass nigga had the nerve to come back
Rollin on the cuts in his white Cadillac

Got to the block and the guns just exploded
Shot his car up with the 9, end of clip the clip that he
unloaded
Sent the nigga home to his momma like a ho
They jacked all his money and they stole all his dope

Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest
'Cause where I'm from nigga house some muthafucking killas
So have your shit attached, before you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas


38.Use Me Up

Use me up, I got a girl and she treat me fine
But the homies all think that I'm losin' my mind
I'm trippin' and I know it 'cause I'm all nerved up
'Cause everytime I go to sleep, I see this big ol' butt

See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
But she treat me so good that she be drivin' my car
And everyday it get better, I can't lie
Went to the house and she made me some hot potato pie

All my friends be sayin' she ain't nothin' but a scrub
But she make me feel high like I'm hooked on drugs
So I give her what she need and what's done is done
But I'm a special kind of fool but aiyyo it don't bother me none

I can't help myself, I know that I'm trippin'
But she got it goin' on like Kentucky Fried Chicken
So everytime she ask me for my credit card
You know she get it 'cause ya know that

(Chill, C)
I know, G, I used to be the playa, now I'm gettin' pimped
I used to be hard, now I'm livin' aw'll limp
Why I let her play me？ You can't understand
So sit yourself down and just listen to my man

I, yi, yi, yi, I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin' used
Oh, you can just keep usin' me
Until you use me up

Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up

I been to the mountain top, and down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and still ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl, but one that treat me so sweet
Rub my back, when I'm so' and cook me somethin' good to eat

She worked me so hard 'til I, hurt my back
So I'm passin' out them duckets and them, croka sacks
And everybody wonderin' why I smile all day
All the girls wanna know why I won't give 'em the play

My ol' girl called me, ask me why I wanna dis her
I told her 'cause her lovin' ain't better than her sister
I can't get enough, the bad got me stuck
I give her all my money and she always do me up

Bun say I'm trippin' out and Byrd say I'm trippin' too
But this time I just can't listen to my whole crew
'Cause back in the day, I vowed to never change my pimp game
But ninety two came around and thangs go insane

I gotta get my thang back on track
But the mo' I try to stay away, the mo' I comes back
Why I let her play me？ You can't understand
So sit yourself down and just listen to my man

I, yi, yi, yi, I, said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep usin' me
Until you use me up

Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Until you use me up

I, yi, yi, yi, I, wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin' used
Oh, you can just keep usin' me
Until you use me up

To sum it all up, I'm breakin' all my rules
'Cause she got me droppin' off her little brother to school
I be gettin' bills, and stubs from checks
I work all day, just to spend it on sex

But all that really matters is I'm happy, dude
And I be happy long as I get good soul food
UGK sayin' peace out, and plenty of luck
And she could keep usin' Pimp C, uh, just a use me up

Ah, hah, well oh, baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, a just use me up)
Baby, ah, hah, well oh
(Uh, a just use me up)

Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, a just use me up)
Baby, ah, hah, well oh
(Uh, a just use me up)

Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, a just use me up)
Baby, ah, hah, well oh
(Uh, a just use me up)

Baby, baby, baby
(Yeah, a just use me up)
Baby, ah, hah, well oh
(Peace out for ninety two in the nine tres)