(feat. Rasaq, Yung-Ro)



[Woman: "Mixtape Messiah"....Yeah nigga it's the Mixtape Messiah nigga, ol'

pussy ass nigga]



[U.G.K. Inserts: Bun-B (Pimp-C) {Chamillionaire}]

From the back (back), to this front (front)

Now to the side (side) {Get ya step on}

[x4]

{Hold up, Okay}

(What goes up, must come down)

From the back (must come down)

To this front (must come down)



[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]

-Yuh, Yuh.

Go get a sack, roll a blunt, then let it light

Hop in ya ride, but don't let no gimmick rapper blow ya high

Go get some screw (what type of screw fool?), Dj Screw

And other Dj's can wreck too (how many?), just a few

Where that O.G. Ron C and other boys better not get lazy

Would it be slab or Mercedes? Better go ask that naked lady

on the hood, I feel like boys ain't no where near my caliber

I'm years ahead of yall and you ain't no where near my calendar

Went from the front, to the back, now push the side

Now I'm standin' on my own 2 Chuck Taylors when I ride

Ride on yall wit pride, homie you might ask me why

It seems like real niggaz die, and fraud niggaz multiply

Is ya hearin' me? no rapper can even see as clear as me

I make my own turns there is no one else that's steerin' me

How could you think that you could handle Koopa lyrically

My flow ain't perfect yet, but no rapper come as near as me

Look what you created, now you got me aggravated

Gettin' braided, sittin' bladed, then I go hit that 280

Uhh-Uhh, 8 bumper scrapped, but I'm steady tippin' down

Ask a question for real niggaz, I bet the frauds is gon' reply

Who the realest?



[U.G.K. Insert {Rasaq ad-libs}]



[Verse 2: Rasaq]

-Ay we bout to tip down man

From the back to the front, front back to the side (to the side)

I'ma come down while my 5th wheel rise (5th wheel rise)

Fall up in the club, and I'm draped up in ice (draped up in ice)

Yellow-bone in my lap, and she shakin' them thighs (shakin' them thighs)

Wanna come home, but I'm past on the game

Niggaz waitin' in the alley, tryna jack off my chain

It's the Color Changer, ridin' on swangers

Recognize pimpin', I ain't never been no stranger

Bumpin' on screw, slowed down in my disc changer

If you wanna throw down, I got 1 up in the chamber

It's that brown-boy from that C.C.C

Them other boys cool, but they ain't me (you gotta love it)

Been true all my life, I ain't tellin' you a lie

Put ya deuce in the sky, if you 'finna get high

Alot of niggaz lame, they be sangin' they name

But I swear that they soft, and they gay in the game

I'ma come down, 84's spinners swang

Takin' butter-heads to the mall to buy me pinky rings

I be ridin' the hardest, yall niggaz is insane

23's behind the paint like that boy LeBron James



[U.G.K. Insert {Yung-Ro ad-libs}]



[Verse 3: Yung-Ro]

-Let me see it, let me see it

From the back, to the front, to the side

I'm in the back, now here it cum, girl open wide

Don't be ashamed, do ya thang, cuz I'ma do mines

Tell ya man that I got 2 nines, so lil daddy do you mind?

If I do what I'm supposed to do

It's pimpin' baby, I'm fly I'm supposed to screw

Every bitch in the vacinity

I'm on Hypnotiq and Hennessy

and you askin' what the hell don' gotten into me

I'm 'finna be, leavin' the scene with yo hoe

Just like I'm 'finna be turnin' 22, and that's comin' fa'sho

That's for Ro, just pimp-tastic baby

Need a bitch, break a bitch-up, pimp classic baby

You askin' baby, and I can feel it in my ear

Lookin' back at ya like G'yeah, tellin' you what you wanna hear

But it's cool with me, yeah just close the curtains

And if ya, fuckin' Nobody, ya still a virgin

Now from the back, to the front, to the side

From the back, to the front, to the side

From the back, to the front, now to the side

Heh!, yeah (Get ya step on..Get ya step on) yeah, Right!



[U.G.K. Insert]