UGK (Underground Kingz)

UGK (Underground Kingz) - Hiside songtekst

Je score:
Uh no love
 Now check this out
 Bitches be gettin offended when uh they hear the word bitch
 Well maybe that's cause they bitches
 Know what I'm talkin bout

 (Pimp C)
 Stankin bitches say I hiside
 Cause I pass by
 Don't smoke my fuckin weed wit em
 Don't let em sit on my plush crush
 Three times gold, I'm a pimp ass nigga
 So like a ball is how I roll
 And I don't be paradin with them bitches in the street
 Ho is you payin me?
 Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit me
 Bitch I'm a pimp cause that's the way you bitches force me to be
 You say you broke well bitch you need to stop fucking for free
 So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time
 Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind
 Thinkin you got game
 Well bitch game is my middle name
 Suckin on thangs, fuckin for fame
 But bitch you plain Jane
 Straight up and down
 I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown
 When she know that I know that she done fucked the whole town
 And that I know that she a freak
 Bitches say we hiside cause we pass and don't speak

 Don't speak, don't speak

 Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak
 I know they wanna freak (3x)

 Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by

 (Bun B)
 Sometimes there be a lot of shit I wanna do
 But won't do, if I gotta do shit in front of you
 Oh bitch don't act like you ain't nosy
 I know exactly how you hoes be
 Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me
 But what I need a broke bitch for?
 And how the fuck I look walkin around scratchin yo witch ho?
 No keep them crabs keep that cock in that case
 Cause bitch a pussy ain't nothin but my hand wit a face
 And any bitch can take another bitch place
 Now ain't that a foul taste
 And it wasn't a fuck it was a waste of my mutherfuckin time
 I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime
 These bitches now a days out of they rabbit ass mind
 Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine
 I told em I heard it through the grapevine
 You ain't nothin but a freak
 So now bitches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak

 Chorus

 (Pimp C)
 See bitches in P.A.
 Get mad when they see a young nigga
 full of that chronic havin it his way
 But them hoes got us fucked up
 The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his dick on swoll
 Trickin all my people bank roll
 I peep that shit, I read my Bible at home
 Cause I ain't payin for that nigga's wrong
 It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B
 wit 4 million two drop top gold royces
 Now we smokin somethin
 Them bitches tried to set us up, but we
 Butt-fuck the D.A, fuck the judge, and fuck the P.A.P.D.
 I already gotta deal with the rednecks
 And ho ass niggas in this rap game comin with that complex
 But bitch this ain't no fuckin contest
 And if it was we won
 I'm a trill nigga live my life by the gun
 I love smokin swisher sweets
 Uh, now fuck them bitches that say we hiside
 cause we pass by and don't speak

 (Pimp C talking and the chorus fades until the end
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