UGK (Underground Kingz)

UGK (Underground Kingz) - Pinky Ring lyrics

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(feat. Chad Butler, Kristi Floyd)



[Intro:]

You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean

Fly women and fancy thangs, fly bitches and pinky rangs



[Chorus:]

You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean

Fly women and fancy thangs, fly bitches and pinky rangs

You ain't never seeeeeeeeeeeen

A pimp that's rollin this clean, oh yeahhhhh



[Pimp C:]

You ain't never met a nigga like Pimp C hoe

'Fore you come into my room take off your shit at the do'

If you comin to my hotel then you came to fuck

And if you fuckin with a Pimp then bitch your game is up

If your bitch get mad when you play this talk

Put her ass out on the highway, make that bitch walk

I ain't make this shit, fuck this shit old

You need to stop treatin these bitches like ladies

and these nice ladies like hoes

Standin on the front row, man this hoe a trip

She done opened up her legs and let me scope the pussy lips

Later on tonight, I'ma get behind her

I hope this bitch don't act like Pimp C care for no vagina



[Chorus]



[Bun B:]

Well you can catch me shoppin, checkin out the hoes boppin

Choppin up game to keep 'em lap hoppin

Pop in to the {?} show-stoppin

Proppin up a wheel and maybe ass droppin

Breakin haters off can't be mistaken for fakin

Fools are the ones left shakin, flakin

Marijuana deals with Jamaicans

Bakin up the powder to a fat cake an'

Mashin from the scene almost crashin, flashin

Cop lights keep a player dashin

Cash-in, on the crack course, paper stashin

With a passion for high-priced fashion

My dang clothes and my eighty-fo's clanky

God thank ye, motherfuckers actin cranky

Stanky, attitudes be janky

I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky



[Intro + Chorus]



[Bun B:]

Think I ain't heavy strokin, you must be jokin

Tokin, on some shit I don't even be smokin

That coke and, marijuana got yo' ass loc'n

Croakin, sleepin motherfuckers 'til they woken

I'm still crunk at five in the mornin'

Why yo' ass yawnin? I'm flowin 'til the crack of dawn an'

Laughin as ya pawn ya posessions

Yes it's been worldwide tested

Showin off my diamond investments



[Pimp C:]

A bitch, ain't shit to a pimp

A twenty ounce steak and some fried side of shrimp

A 600 S's, now the 6 drop

Everything I ride original no kits on them chops

18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires

When I ride by all them bitches get they pussy all on fire

Bitches say I highside, hoe it ain't no thang

Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp the pinky rang



[Intro + Chorus: x2 with ad lib talking over]



[Outro: UGK]

Whassup Rick, yeah, hold up hold up

What's up Greek, whassup

Goodie Mob, Organized Noise, Geto Boys knahmtalkinbout

OutKast, you know Atlanta in the house

Jackson in the house and Memphis in the house

New Orleans in the house, hold up

Man I'm comin down like that, comin down like that

Comin down like this, I'm comin down like this

Comin down like that, comin down like that, hold up, hold up

Huh, hollerin at the Boys off Botany (the Boys off Botany)

Dem boys off Scott, dem boys on the Scott

Hollerin at the boys, hold up man, hold up

Talkin 'bout the South, talkin 'bout Screw

Talkin 'bout the North, I'm talkin 'bout the North

Talkin 'bout the East, I'm talkin 'bout the West

Talkin 'bout the West... [fades out]
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Language: English

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