Akickdoe!
UGK, Master P, C-Murder
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Yo, C-Murder (boy, what's happenin'?) Nigga, you woke? Keep your eyes on the road, nigga Pass the weed (okay) We gon' head up Interstate 10 We go and pick up Pimp C and Bun B (that's my niggas there) We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it We gon' handle our business ('bout that) We gon' smoke We gon' make it back to the N.O. 'Cause you know what? Us South niggas don't playa hate We got love from the South, the East To the West, to the Nizorth Ha, but it's your time now, baby We gon' handle our business And we gonna do this shit like Gs We gonna represent to the dizz-end, you heard me? (Uggh) This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends And I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga Down to put the forty-five to his Hilfiger Lay it down, motherfucker because I'm bustin' for mine Take that iron every time and I ain't try to dine Niggas dyin' in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?) Still think that I'm playin? (Huh, nigga, what?) Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin' UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a tank (Master P) Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank Your bitch love me when I come to your city Serve my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts on her titties, uh It's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth Now get your mind right nigga (mind right) And make a pimp bitch And never put no trust in no trick ass bitch I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm fit to pull a kick do' Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm fit to pull a kick do' Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm fit to pull a kick do' Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (uggh) They tried to run up in the manger (run up) The home of Bun B Until we leave P-Lo in danger (danger) Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers Fuckin' with me and my middle fingers But to this shit, nigga, we ain't strangers Pull high calibers and magnums Gotta gage these pistols Hand grenades, and land mines Choppers pipe bombs and missiles Some of them bitches whistle Some of them bitches silent But all them bitches handle the business All of them violent 'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous Soldiers done joined the gang with us You can bang with us, hang with us Spit that No Limit slang with us I came to bust every ass in my way til it's over So get the chip off your shoulder Fix your lip, I done told ya We'll hold you hostage in your own apartment complex Nigga, I can see that you got plex Sit down and take a time trip This ain't nothin' to sneeze at The fear in your eyes, I see Yeah, bitch where's the keys & Gs at? I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm fit to pull a kick do' Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) Lay it down,, motherfucker, everybody gotta go "Give me the loot" is what I tell 'em When I kick in the do' Nigga, I'm mad at the world for my lack of havin' paper F*ck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper Some say we dangerous, especially when we broke I'm more daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope I just live for confetti You see I'm deadly like Freddy I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy I got to much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin' And if it wasn't for No Limit, it wouldn't be no money in rapping Let's see, my boy had a bumper full of keys and Gs The word on the street, his homie told his baby mama to freeze See, you can't trust nobody in this dope game Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, man Give me a ski-mask, a 9, a down ass nigga And watch me pull a flee-flicker and make my cheese get bigger If I get caught, I'm facin' twenty-five, but that don't mean shit 'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this Nigga, two shots in the air, 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke And if anybody make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go When just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans And Texas hooked up C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now nigga what? I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm fit to pull a kick do' Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) I'm fit to pull a kick do' Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go
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Written by: C. Oawson, P. Miller, C. Miller, Raymond Poole, Craig Bazile, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman
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