Underground Kingz Gravy Lyrics

UGK (Underground Kingz) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Swisha and Dosha
  • 2 Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
  • 3 Chrome Plated Woman
  • 4 Life Is 2009
  • 5 The Game Belongs to Me
  • 6 Like That (remix)
  • 7 Gravy
  • 8 Underground Kingz
  • 9 Grind Hard
  • 10 Take tha Hood Back
  • 11 Quit Hatin' the South
  • 12 Heaven
  • 13 Trill N****** Don't Die
  • 14 Drop Top Dyne (remix)
    CD 2
  • 1 How Long Can It Last
  • 2 Still Ridin' Dirty
  • 3 Stop-N-Go
  • 4 Cocaine
  • 5 Two Type of Bitches
  • 6 Real Women
  • 7 Candy
  • 8 Tell Me How Ya Feel
  • 9 Shattered Dreams
  • 10 Like That
  • 11 Next Up
  • 12 Living This Life
  • 13 Outro
  • 14 Int'l Players Anthem (Chopped & Screwed)
  • 15 Int'l Players Anthem
  • 16 Hit the Block
  • 17 Top Drop Dyne
  • [Pimp C:]
    Uhhhhhhhh!
    If you know like I know you would get down on the flo'
    I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of 'dro
    We can get down for my dime and we can 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 website
    Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights
    I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin by the code
    In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
    I'm lookin at you you choosin me my dickhead never stop
    I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top

    [Chorus: sung]
    I'm stayin true, I'm out here whippin my Mercedes
    Fuckin with the midnight ladies - the game is cold but it's gravy
    I'm bangin Screwwww, my young girl lookin fine
    We stayin out here on the grind - and keepin money on our mi-ii-iind

    [Bun B:]
    Well I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy
    Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy
    100%, real Bun B I represent
    Trill with that gangster-ass persona so hard it can dent, steel
    In the hood cause it needs me, and the corner it feeds me
    So I eat all I want, my reputation procedes 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

    [Chorus]

    [Pimp C:]
    I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the SOOOOOOOOOUTH
    This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's ABOOOOOOOOUT
    Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow
    In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up don't stop don't pause
    Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A. fuck the law
    I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flatbackers I'm a Cadillac'er
    On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker
    Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her

    [Bun B:]
    From the land of cheap work and steady licks
    With pounds of 'dro and Impala bricks
    We grind to eat, and eat to live
    This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
    With 36 hoes to the ki', and ten kilos grams in the sack
    And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's one point five mill' worth of crack
    It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow, the King Committee is now in session
    Today's agenda, get that dough cause the clock is tickin, time is pressin
    No second guessin, make your mind up, step your grind up and get that pay
    Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast if you wanna roll with that UGK

    [Chorus]

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