UGK - RedStar

Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo' I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread And we ain't never gon' have no problems Long as she hear what the fuck I said Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy 100 percent, real Bun B I represent Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me So I eat all I want, my reputation preceeds me If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy 'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand? Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about 'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks With 36 hoes to the ki' And ten kilos grams in the sack And 15 sacks up in the trunk Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow The King Committee is now in session Today's agenda, get that dough 'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin' No second guessin', make your mind up Step your grind up and get that pay Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast If you wanna roll with that UGK I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

Well, well, well, well, hello baby For one day you here and then you're gone A long, long way, yeah, yeah, yeah I know la ra ra ra ra yeah Well, well, I know, I know, I know, yeah Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin' crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper I gotta 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'ma die But if I die or should I say if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go 'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me The only thing promised to a playa is the penitentiary So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips And when ya think about that you say, "It'll be on" 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 wit dubs are hydroponic, marijuana Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Down in Orange my nigga Pops died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw him once before he died wished it was twice mayn I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib Lettin' us act bad not givin' a fuck what we did When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end And I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten But now it 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 'Cause 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 Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be lookin' shife, so shife back Can't show no weakness wit these bitches life jacked Mayn it's a trip where I stay especially for me Them bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century They gave my nigga 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 BoBo jus' lost his baby in a house fire And 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 jus might call 'em home 'Cuz one day you're here, the next day you're gone I know, you know, well, well, yeah La ra la ra, I know, yeah, yeah Yeah, you're gone One day you're here, come on And then you're gone I know, you know, I know Yeah, oh, la ra la ra, la ra la ra No, no, no, no, no, no Come on, come on baby, baby La ra ra ra ra One day you're here, baby And then you're gone Next day you're gone One day you're here, baby And then you're gone, gone Next day you're gone Come on, don't leave me, yeah Don't leave me baby

Ladies and gentlemen T.I.P., aye! I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now King amongst kings! But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure, y'know I'm sayin', to bring you Some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man Hey boy! (Pimp C nigga!) I gotta '66 Impala so fresh White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome On 26 inches just to get my roll on On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip Or get hit up in yo'... (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) Never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Fro-front, front back, Side to side) It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's) Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops) The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops) Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.) Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) Never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Fro-front, front back, Side to side) I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch) Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips) Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks) Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind) Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine) If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it) Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die) But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo' Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' Yo, yo (Back, front back) Yo, yo (Fro-front, front back) Yo (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) Never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride (Fro-front, front back, Side to side) (Back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side) (Ba-ba-ba, back, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Fro-front, front back) (Side to side)

Check it out, 1996 Bitches still sucking on dicks Hoes is tripping, mane Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holding Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Ay C,keep yo eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers Daisy Dukes out on the block, showing cock, traffic stoppers Looking good spending some nigga G's Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Michi's, lookin' like they worth G's Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass Man, I never let them pass So tell me where can I find them With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him Bitches telling me "C, yo dick grand" All she wanna do is ride Suburban 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 tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assuming that they body's too booming to dispute But pussy is the root of all drama An attribute put up in they head by they mama Oh yeah, I'm a tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down Niggas talking about how they passing these hoes 'round But you all tricking, them hoes told me Fools, you all ain't Goldy, riding in a goodie, but an oldie Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here You bought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer Your homeboys lookin' for ya, but yo ass gone You left your niggas at the club and took all them hoes home And didn't even fuck—man, what the fuck? "If you didn't wanna fuck, then get the fuck up out the truck" You know what I mean? I ain't showing out hoes Just so these hoes can be seen, come on, you wanna fuck or cut? Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbing 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'm a fuck you and fuck all your friends Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims Color TV, VCR playin' X-rated films Of myself, running up in beauty queens But let me tell you all niggas the difference between you 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 sitting in my passenger seat, you bitch Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car