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UGK lyrics : "Don't Say Shit"

(feat. Big Gipp (Goodie Mob))

[Verse One: Pimp C]

Uh, hold up smoke something (*##$, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the airplane was late
I was waiting for whitey to get $#[email protected] paper straight

I'm an underground king ^!$$%, lets my nuts hang
^!$$% saying I'm only in (????) Ain't no thang ^!$$%
Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich

I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that %#@!
They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real
While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills

$#[email protected] how them (*##$es feel, I'm working wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get killed
If he keeps talking %#@!, ain't no thang to get hit

On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss
But everywhere we go, we represent the south
For Them ^!$$%s and Them girls with them golds in they mouth

Them boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill (*##$ you ain't what this about...about...about

[Chorus: Bun B]
When you see me on the street, ^!$$% don't say %#@!
Blowin' big on the sweep, ^!$$% don't say %#@!

Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't $#[email protected] with y'all
When I see you at the show, ^!$$% don't say %#@!

Acting bad with ya ho, ^!$$% don't say %#@!
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't $#[email protected] with y'all

[Verse Two: Bun B]
Say, ^!$$% ain't got %#@! to hide

I ain't got nothing to prove
We ain't got nothing to gain but I got everything to lose
So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue

Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya
Disapprove we can get ya and your bull%#@!, I be the same
The game will never be the same, It was made for me yo gain

You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly
Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many ^!$$%s pop collars and drop dollars
Baby ballin' bull%#@!ter frontin' like rottweiliers

No bark, no bite, but showing thangs
Talking loud like they knowing thangs
I'm from Texas ^!$$%, all we do is blow them thangs

$#[email protected] your clique, your corner, your city, your last name
Stuck in the fast lane,(????) your $$# mane
Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night

Got your $$# in a fight
It ain't no passing tonight


[Verse Three: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob]

People waiting, some be hating, I'll be shaking, they'll be faking
Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall
Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready

For anybody crossing the line with that $#[email protected] %#@!
I got a (????), got a hoe, got a trunk with the funk
Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump

Remember me? The one that had your back up in the club?
Remember me? The one that bring you on and show you love?
Remember me? The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina

With a rusty $$# niner looking for trouble
So what? I know the same streets you know
Yeah so what? I go the same places you go

I got the mark in my skin so you know my set
I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late
I'm the king in these streets till the mutha$#[email protected] end

So you $#[email protected] with me, you gotta $#[email protected] with my friend


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