| You know it’s still U.G.K. |
| for life
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| Free that boy Pimp C, we keeping it trill down here baby
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| Already, that boy Keke the Don, Mike Jones
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| And Bun B, we gon show you how we do it baby
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| Well I’m an underground king fool, sitting on the throne
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| Flipping through the South, in my Cadillac chrome
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| Showing boys love, making moves breaking bread
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| My nose to the ground, trying to keep my family fed
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| A lot done been said, but ain’t much been done yet
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| Boys bumping they gums, from sun up to sunset
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| Bout what they gon do, and what I won’t do
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| They think they wanna see me crunk, but they don’t want to
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| Cause I get fired up, in any jump off
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| I get that ride pump, and let it dump off
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| Cause ain’t no slowing down, when it be po’ing down
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| Best to move around, when them Texas boys is throwing down
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| We don’t talk about it baby, we just do it
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| I thought you knew it, ain’t nothing to it
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| So if you need me fool, you know just where to find me
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| In V.A., with all of Texas behind me already
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| Are you really feeling good tonight, (already)
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| Are you gon represent your hood tonight, (already)
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| Cause the drinks on me, and the bar tab heavy
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| Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
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| Well do you got a icy piece on your chain, (already)
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| Well what about your watch, your wrist and your ring (already)
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| If it’s your Lac or your Benz, or your old school Cheve
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| Scream it like you mean it, when you say (already)
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| Boys just be talking, haters just be bumping
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| I’m riding up the slab, in my old school thumping
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| Trunk just barking, flossing no parking
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| Jackers playing games, and they days get darkened
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| The Don (already), got your gun (already)
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| Cause it’s 84's and 4's, candy do’s on a Cheve
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| (already), know I’m saying down here that’s how we say it
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| T.V. screens four fifteens, navigation’s how I play it
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| Get your grind on, and I’ll get mine on
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| This for 7−1-3, Central time zone
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| It’s the fly way the highway, we taking a risk
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| They say them country boys crazy, when they listen to this
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| Bun B, Mike Jones and Lil' Keke the Don
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| I know boys be shooting slugs, but I’m so teflon
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| From the 8100 block, whether you like it or not
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| It was a struggle from the bottom, but I’m back on top already
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| It’s already been proven, we winning y’all losing
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| Cause Mike Jones, Bun B and Lil' Ke is who they choosing
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| I’m proving, to all them non believers that refuse me
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| That if you grind you gon shine, there’s nothing to it
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| I flip candy with the gloss, diamonds on the cross
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| A million dollar house, with the platinum in my mouth
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| (already) I leave the lot drop the top, candy on Perelli
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| Whomikejones.com, or you can hit me on my celly
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| G’yeah, 281−330−8004
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| Who’s cell phone number is that, (Mike Jones)
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| I use to move stones, now I’m on the microphone
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| Getting my cash on, (already-already)
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| I use to move stones, now I’m on the microphone
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| Getting my cash on, (already-already)
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| I said I use to move stones, now I’m on the microphone
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| Getting my cash on, (already) |