UGK (Underground Kingz)

UGK (Underground Kingz) - One Day lyrics

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 Mama put me out at only fourteen
 So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine
 Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick
 Thinkin I'm a juvenile but they dont know who they messin wit, yeah
 My mama's only son
 But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin last one
 Every nigga and they mama askin why
 But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die
 But if I die or should I say if I go
 Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go
 Cause tomorrow aint promised to me
 The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary
 So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip
 Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips
 When ya think about that you say "it'll be on"
 Its a trip youre here today but the next day youre gone

 One day youre here, baby
 But then youre gone (repeat)

 Bun B
 This world we livin in man it aint nuthin but drama
 Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas gettin shot fo bombers
 Now they got yo life in the former they in like California
 Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana
 Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna
 Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner
 Behind a funky-ass dice game
 I saw once before he died wished it was twice mayn
 I remember bein eight deep off in Chucky crib
 Lettin us act bad not givin a fuck what we did
 When we lost him I knew the world was comin to the end
 And I had to quit lettin that devil push me to a sin
 My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten
 But now it looks like when he come out man I'm goin in
 So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fuckin zone
 Cause one day you here but the next day you gone

 One day you here baby
 But then youre gone (repeat)

 Pimp C


 I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime
 Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line
 Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
 Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights
 Niggas be lookin shife so I look shife back
 Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked
 Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me
 This bitches tryin to lock me up for the whole century
 They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19
 I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
 My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I aint no liar
 My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire
 And then when I got on my knees that night to pray
 I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away
 Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home
 Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone
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Language: English

Appearing on: Ridin' Dirty (1996)

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