歌手:UGK
专辑:《Underground Kingz》

Gawddayum,
I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down
I'm from the streets that make *****z walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn ************, handle this
Pardon my
Spanish and
FrenchOkay,
I stay clever like
Mayweather with lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'
****, I got the swagger that'll leave
Dakota Fanning
I hope you *****z over standin',
I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be luckily
**** with me, the rap game'll need protective custody
I'm the same thug that be surrounded with women
Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of
Kane and you could not escape
The hip hop version of ‘
The Ring’ and you just watched the tape
And keep your eyes on the *****s in
WardTriple black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am *****
We trill, workin' the wheel, understand *****?
I smother and split a ***** down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'
I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South to
Midwest, Cali to the
EastGo to any city ***** and bring my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up
Call a ***** up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his **********in' ass and then burp him
Don't **** around,
I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the
Underground, so act like you know me
Homie, we big steppin', big reppin'
We givin' kids
Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left with the
Midwest, clique
TexansG. and
Daddy Kane, the click
Texas, pop you to death
I put private planes on swift
Jetsons, *****z know what it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick
ThessonsTill you strip vexin’ to a movie clip from the
Westerns**** from the
Uzi clip lift up your midsection
He will introduce you to the nose on the
Glock famGive you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the **** plan
Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when
I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like
James Brown give 'em ‘
Hot Pants’
I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my **** up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot street flame, they call me
Sweet James
Or call me
Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne
Board Nine or
Issey Miyaki
I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki
I ain't Rocky but
I keep her rockin'
**** around,
I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket
Your ***** out of pocket, she under pimpery
She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in
On my Lamborghini with the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean
What you know about gettin' cross country?
*****, your piece big but your diamond look monkey
You need to take that **** back
That ain't no
Emmy diamonds what the **** you done to that
*****, what the **** you done to that?
Now, damn, somebody need to beat
Jacob ass over that