(feat. Mannie Fresh)


[Intro - Mannie Fresh] 

The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground... 

The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground... 



[Bun B] 

Now this one here for everybody out there off the top 

This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops 

For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind 

And the three-time fellas that be facing some time 

For them real deep boys that be baking and serving 

And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving 

For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average 

And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage 

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set 

And when the work comes easy 

And when the game ain't ready 

They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad 

Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags 

Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs 

And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love 

For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew 

Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true 



[Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)] 

I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns 

I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones 

What I represent? 

(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...) 

I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank 

I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint 

What I represent? 

(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...) 



[Bun B] 

Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made 

With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid 

Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels 

But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools 

Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard 

Raised in project apartments, with no front yard 

Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers 

Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others 

I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill 

I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real 

Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet 

Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets 

Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game 

But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came 

UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is 

I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz 



[Hook] 



[Bun B] 

Now people always be around when you shining and balling 

But they real hard to find when tough times come calling 

You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face 

Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case 

It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails 

Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails 

Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine 

But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind 

It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall 

It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall 

When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks 

Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit 

Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me 

That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C 

And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down 

UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground 



[Hook - Repeat 2X]