Underground Kingz Tell Me How Ya Feel 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
  • [Jazze Pha:]
    LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~! Ladies and gentlemen!
    You are now tuned in to the very best (the very best)
    This, is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
    U.G.K., Pimp C (Sweet Jones) Bun B!

    [Chorus x2: Pimp C]
    I'm out here grippin on the wood, sittin on the leather
    Keep the gold diggin bitches tryin to keep they shit together
    Swangin through yo' hoods, diamonds on the wheel
    When you see a pimp shinin bitch, tell me how you feel

    [Pimp C:]
    I call my motherfuckin swangers on the slab, money on my mind (miiiind)
    Twenty-fo' seven I'm out here on the grind (grind)
    Wanna jack, that way to heaven, got somethin for ya spine (spine)
    Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try (try)
    I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C. (T.B.C.)
    Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's (V's)
    Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest (rest)
    When jumpin out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest (chest)
    Hangin 'round my neck (neck) blindin you niggaz (niggaz)
    I ain't cappin, I'm just tellin you what's hap'nin
    Some niggaz be winnin, and some be steady losin
    Touchin down, women they stayin, they steady chosin
    Tired of feelin bashed and mashed and want some cash
    You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man (man)
    Cause I'm a stand up in her and sin her cause she a winner (winner)
    I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin, y'all some beginners


    [Bun B:]
    Yeah, swangin on Vogues...
    Yeah, well I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind (grind)
    The product of the product, and the cousin of crime
    So get that fuck up out your mind (mind) I'm born to this life (life)
    And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife
    So all you triflin-ass, stiflin-ass, mud-stuck, fuck boys
    Gettin bound to borin, you shit out of luck boys
    The Kingz is back in the buildin, just in the knick of time
    And we fin' to do it to it partner (WHAT!) while you niggaz lyin
    Touchin us you niggaz dyin, kill you hoes, just for tryin
    Death befo' dishonor (dishonor) you never see me testifyin
    Standin on the stand, grab a workout in the yard
    Trill niggaz never fraud, you can put that on the Lord
    Goin hard, ask the hardest nigga you know in the street
    I'm the last nigga that, that nigga wanna meet
    Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is
    So get the fuck up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin biz
    On my sheeit


    [Bun B:]
    Well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G
    And you put 'em both together ('gether) what the fuck would you see
    U.G.K. nigga, I'm fresher than a cashmere sweater (sweater)
    When it come to keepin it trill, nobody do it better
    Ain't no candy paint wetter (wetter) no 24's classier
    No leather seats softer (softer) no other brothers classier
    And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll mayne (okay)
    Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control mayne

    [Pimp C:]
    UNGGGH! I got a candy cup, sittin on buck
    Two-hundred thousand when I roll up
    Year ago, I was on lock
    Now I'm out here, droppin them tops
    48 months, I was gone
    Barely got back, it's still on
    I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free
    All y'all all can eat a big D
    I see the Kingz winnin
    Thought it was over, it's the beginnin
    Underground we run the South
    Diss me I'm a bust your mouth
    I don't run I come to your house
    You gon' lose, nigga that's no doubt
    We can jump or pop it out
    I ain't Jeezy don't swap it out

    [Chorus: to fade]

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