Underground Kingz feat. E-40 , B Legit , 8Ball & MJG Used to Be Lyrics

UGK 4 Life Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Still on the Grind
  • 3 Everybody Wanna Ball
  • 4 Feelin' You
  • 5 The Pimp & The Bun
  • 6 She Luv It
  • 7 7th Street Interlude
  • 8 Swishas & Erb
  • 9 Purse Come First
  • 10 Harry Asshole
  • 11 Used to Be
  • 12 Steal Your Mind
  • 13 Texas Ave. Interlude
  • 14 Hard as Hell
  • 15 Da Game Been Good to Me
  • 16 Outro
  • [Chorus 2X: Pimp C]
    I used to be the smallest nigga, now I'm the big ballin nigga [3X]
    Comin down grippin wood, keepin these motherfuckin bitches callin nigga

    [Pimp C]
    I used to be the small nigga, now I'm candy crawlin nigga
    Bag ain't right catch you on the next pack nigga
    Yo' shit ain't locked when ya hit it with the soda
    Everybody else with the same stamp got A-1 yola
    Bitch, who taught you how to cook food?
    The next time we both gon' drop seven in a pot fool
    I bet I come back with 29
    Bitch Snow blow up - make the dope fiends flow up

    [Bun B]
    It's all about the ducks mayne, the stash spot tucked mayne
    A hundred packs stacked inside my Cadillac truck mayne
    It came from cross the border, I bring 'em cross the state line
    And if they catch me wit 'em I ain't fin' to do no state time
    But see I'm trill, if they get me I'ma take mine
    And you ain't fin' to hear about me talkin through the grapevine
    Fifty-fo' and shit poppin didn't go P.C.
    It's (UGK 4 Life) bitch, that's on G.P.

    [Chorus]

    [E-40]
    Oooh; reppin and retrievin, hustlin, dollar danglin
    Pockets used to be leakin, but now my pockets hangin
    I came in the game with a prayer and a wish and a hope and a dream tryin to do my thing
    with a digital beam and a mayonnaise jar and a razor blade and an ounce of cream
    Posted on magazine when I'm in 14, servin them fiends in the middle of the night
    Tryin to get my money right, gettin my dick sucked in the broad daylight
    Clockwork, work around the clock, by myself when I go clock
    Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks, on the block goin block for block

    [B-Legit]
    I used to be the smallest of ballers but now I'm taller
    It's a shame what that 'caine and that soda did with that water
    Ask your mother or your father, your sister or either daughter
    or them ballin ass pimpin ass niggaz from Port Arthur
    I'm a starter, I go harder, mix the soft in the pot
    Hit the hood, up to no good with jugs and whatnot
    All gas, no brakes, no shake, just rocks
    Been gettin gooder with a gang of chocks, it don't stop

    [Chorus]

    [8Ball]
    Ghetto superstar, with candy on my car
    Apple cranberry juice mixed with the bar
    28 inches in the air we are
    Two pimp niggaz in the area
    With them P.A. niggaz, Rap-A-Lot mob
    Salute to the president and I don't mean Barack
    Fire up the sticky, let the champagne pop
    And the big thick yellows to they knees best drop

    [MJG]
    Yeah I used to be the smallest, now I'm tallest on the yard
    I'm straight up hard, I'm smilin like Bob
    I'm pimp tight! MJ, act like you done heard of
    Mister mind my own business, I'm the lesbian converter
    It's brains at the top, at the bottom assholes
    I done grew into a whale, from a fuckin tadpole
    I ain't playin, I can look, y'all mean straight face
    I'm back like Kobe Bryant after rape case; boy!

    [Chorus]

    [Bun B]
    You lookin at a nigga that went from puppy to dog
    From tadpole to frog, from pig to a motherfuckin hog
    I be smokin on a swisha, that's bigger than a log
    And makin up a batch that's as creamy as eggnog
    The Feds log every move that I make
    So I keep on switchin clothes, switchin cars, switchin plates
    They ride behind me undercover in the Rover
    I cross over four lanes of traffic to fuck them hoes over - hol' up

    [Pimp C]
    Most drug dealers doin life in the pen
    Or spend they last 90,000 on a droptop Benz
    Uhh, and I'm a Trill representer
    I pray every night that I still (Ride Dirty), I'm a sinner
    If he try me I'll leave his shit on his lunch kit
    Sometimes I wonder how I got off in this fuck shit
    Then I look around at the cars and the clothes and the jewels and hoes
    Ain't no secret, it's all exposed

    [Chorus]

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