UGK (Underground Kingz)

UGK (Underground Kingz) - Swishas And Dosha lyrics

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Knalmtalkinbout? Like we always do about this time, bitch!





I got candy in my cup (cup), candy in my car (car)

Candy on my wrist (wrist), candy on my car (car)

Smokin on this chocolate, my neck be sittin so sparkling

Man I feel so awkward-ward when I ain't got no barre to spliff

I keep a whole sip (whole sip), a whole clip (a whole clip)

in case these pussy niggaz wanna trip (uh!)

Fly high boy (boy), high fly boy (boy)

'Fore I fly high, lookin at them jackers in their eye (eye)

I remember when a rapper was a go getta (go getta)

Now all these rappers is some hoe niggaz (uh!)

Hide behind the guards at the show nigga (uh!)

Don't want no pussy, homosexual, on the low nigga

That's y'all (that's y'all), I from the old school (uh!)

Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude

I know Short Dog (Dog), the real Short Dog (Dog)

Who see me drapin drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip





Swishas and dosha, blow when we driving

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin big bodies

Swishas and dosha, blow when we driving

Benz's and Cadi's, swangin big bodies

Swishas and dosha





Fuck niggaz bumpin gums, real niggaz be bumpin screw (screw)

So don't get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you

I'm like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin but ready rockers

that's down for pistol play (on who?), on boy's that's steady knockers

Got boppers that's steady jockin, goofy niggaz in my ear

Bitch I'ma self-made trillionaire, get your soft ass outta here

Weak niggaz wanna plead their case (case), just to raise up out my face (face)

I ain't got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the taste

You MySpacin and Facebookin, playin games with them toys

I'm in the streets where gangstas meet, while you're online with them boys

So step your game up, build your name up, quit your talkin and quit your doin

All that planning and contemplating.. when the fuck you gon' start pursuing?

Cars ain't driving themselves, mansions ain't building themselves

They waiting for Annie Mae and they need to stop feelin themselves

They wealth ain't comin until they earn it

But that somethin they won't know 'til they learn it, while burnin...









I'ma tell you pussy niggaz once again (once again)

Ain't had no friends since I left the pen (uh!)

It's some niggaz I respect in the rap game (game)

But it's some niggaz that I better not hear sayin my fuckin name (uh!)

You say I love a stripper (bitch!), pullin down my zipper (bitch!)

That hoe was payin me, bitch don't try to play with me! (bitch!)

You runnin from the fight, hiding bitch, I stay with it (with it)

You gotta problem with me, go to Lil J with it





This is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun

Three little G's is stayin hard, you comin limp simply son

They want it, we can give 'em some

(But) probably not what they wanna see

Trill ass niggaz certified, ain't never been no wanna-be (naw)

Has-been's, Never-was, Past-due, Out-dated

Can't nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it (at all)

You talkin down but we comin up as well as comin down

So Pimp sum it up baby













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