Underground Kingz Trill Ass Nigga Lyrics

Too Hard to Swallow Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Something Good (extended version)
  • 2 Use Me Up
  • 3 Pocket Full of Stones
  • 4 Short Texas
  • 5 Cocaine in the Back of the Ride
  • 6 It’s Too Hard to Swallow
  • 7 Cramping My Style
  • 8 Feel Like I'm the One Who’s Doin’ Dope
  • 9 I’m So Bad
  • 10 Trill Ass Nigga
  • 11 976‒Bun B
  • 12 Something Good (Pimp C’s remix)
  • [Bun B]
    Bone hard nigga, hoes be runnin from the scene
    Cause I'm out to demean, count the green
    and throw that jim in the in-between
    Now Bun B moves slick
    Cause I tell all the niggaz to get they gats
    and 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 ? on this scene
    Cause cluckers don't go for small dope
    You fin' to lose when dopefiends cut ya fuckin throat
    You see my shit is legit, so it's on
    Cut a fifty cent slab and 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 and 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 short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs
    I got a thirty-five square block cut
    Down to take your money, dope, your hoe and your nut
    Big dope big rhymes big dick big attitude
    Man I'm down with Big Tyme, and I'm a trill ass nigga!

    (Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)
    (Trill ass nigga! Trill trill ass nigga!)

    [Bun B]
    You claim you got much dope, and 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 and 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
    And 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
    And trill ass niggaz they love to blast
    But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' motherfuckin ass
    And 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
    And 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, and you thought I was a punk
    Now you bitch-asses half dead in my trunk
    You fronted big man and 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!)

    [Bun B]
    I'm just a trill ass nigga walkin down the street
    It's Bun B bitch, the nigga you and your girlfriends wanna meet
    My nuts hang to the road
    So buck up and get fucked up by the Big Tyme motherload
    You better watch that ass when you roll
    Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the fuckin toll
    And we ain't hearin that ying-yang
    You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged
    Yeah Bun B'll talk shit
    But if you think I can't back it up niggaz, try and make a fuckin hit
    Pimp C'll slam you to the peel
    You're layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his fuckin reel
    The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon
    And we down to let the gat go boom
    So call 9-1-1, and 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
    And I'm about to get some shit on my toes
    And 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! .. [fades])

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