Trill Album

Artist(s): Bun B

Cover Art

Bun B Trill Cover Art

Tracklist

The Inauguration

length: 1:52

Ladies and gentlemen of the southern States of America
We are gathered here today to bring you the beginning of a new era
And now the speaker of the South, Jay Prince

Ahh, yeah, rap a lot back in the house, once again
With the trillest of the Trill, Bun be
The new president of the South
Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate
This one to all our brothers and sisters
Who suffer at the hands of the innocent

It's been a long time comin' but it finally came
For Bun be to get his mutha ****in' shot at the game
I put mo' work in than the average trill ***** can put
And I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker than soot

I got the hood behind me, the streets co-signed me
Head puttin' in the ghetto, man, you know where to find me?
The mission is laid out and the vision is clear
From this moment, I run the South and everything down here

That go from corners to cuts, trap spots to blocks
Whether it's rappin' or work, I got the **** on lock
I ain't all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion
I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a goddamn Texan

'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds
'Cause it's a White House of cards, and it's filled with broads
We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill *****s in
'Cause what happened in New Orleans should never happen again

They be sittin' on they *** doin' much about nothing
For too goddamn long and I'm tired of the frontin'
I'ma instigate a change from the mutha ****in' top
'Cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people, gotta stop

So I'm here to make a stand and take up the slack
Dirty South rest easy, I gotcha mutha ****in' back
It's a new king on the throne and his crown is a hat
That say, free Pimp see, now what's ****in' with that?

Hail to the chief

Bun

length: 4:07
See-see-come 'n do it, Bun
See-see-come 'n do it, Bun
See-see-come 'n do it, Bun
See-see-come 'n do it, Bun

(Bun)
Back on the blocks, *****
(Bun)
Servin' 'em rocks, *****
(Bun)
Strapped wit them glocks and you know
(Bun)
Keepin' 'em cocked, *****
(Bun)

Ain't they 'bout the bullshit 'cause
(Bun)
Nobody's issue so if
(Bun)
Bustin' that pistol so you know
(Bun)
They find to miss you, see 'cause
(Bun)

Straight out the hood, *****
(Bun)
Fresh out the cuts
(Bun)
Straight outta P.A.T. so
(Bun)
Holdin' these nuts, you know dat
(Bun)

Paintin' a real picture
(Bun)
They wit that speakin' 'cause
(Bun)
So get to poppin' off and
(Bun)
Gon' leave you leakin' if it's
(Bun)

You know it's certified
(Bun)
Ain't they with them games 'cause
(Bun)
We whoopin' *** then
(Bun)
We takin' names you see
(Bun)

Jump on a Benz, is it?
(Bun)
Jump on a Lac ****
(Bun)
Jump on what you wanna
(Bun)
'cause we countin' stacks rollin'
(Bun)

Man, you gon see ya paper
(Bun)
About his cash 'cause
(Bun)
Gon get his grind on it
(Bun)
He's bound to mash, *****
(Bun)

Is this hard as it goes?
(Bun)
Is this Trill as it gets?
(Bun)
Ain't gotta ask you, *****
(Bun)
Know you feelin' this ****
(Bun)

Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that
Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that

Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that
Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that

(Bun)
I'm an O to the G
(Bun)
From you-G to the K
(Bun)
The middle fingaz up
(Bun)
I be reppin' the P.A.
(Bun)

A dirty South *****
(Bun)
One of them, Texas boyz
(Bun)
We grippin' grain and you see
(Bun)
Drippin' this Texas toys
(Bun)

He be drippin' his paint
(Bun)
He be poppin' his trunk
(Bun)
He be swangin' his ladies
(Bun)
He make boppers get crunk
(Bun)

Gon get his lean on so
(Bun)
Gon crack a seal and
(Bun)
Be sittin' sidewayz 'cause
(Bun)
Jump off the bill you see
(Bun)

Rollin' on 22's
(Bun)
Got 24's too
(Bun)
Ride when he want to 'cause
(Bun)
Do what he s'pose to and
(Bun)

About his clique, *****
(Bun)
Ain't bout a ***** 'cause
(Bun)
Known as the only way that
(Bun)
We stayin' rich, *****
(Bun)

Give a **** 'bout a snitch
(Bun)
Gon put two in his dome
(Bun)
We ain't 'bout sittin' in jail
(Bun)
We 'bout sittin' at home
(Bun)

Is this hard as it goes
(Bun)
Is this Trill as it gets?
(Bun)
Ain't gotta ask you, *****
(Bun)
Know you feelin' this ****
(Bun)

Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that
Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that

Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that
Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that

(Bun)
We spittin' raw, *****
(Bun)
We spittin' fire, *****
(Bun)
We duckin' the feds 'cause
(Bun)
Led life like wire, *****
(Bun)

Buddies are workin'
(Bun)
Ain't gotta hide, *****
(Bun)
So speak from the heart 'cause
(Bun)
It's not a lie, *****
(Bun)

Rep for the East side and
(Bun)
Rep for the West but
(Bun)
Don't stand for foolishness 'cause
(Bun)
Put it to rest, *****
(Bun)

We got the medicine 'cause
(Bun)
Know that you sick and
(Bun)
T.P.P. on the ***** 'cause
(Bun)
Know he the ****, *****
(Bun)

We get gangsta wit it
(Bun)
They put them hands on you
(Bun)
They put you on your back and
(Bun)
****in' stand on you
(Bun)

They'll call the man on you
(Bun)
He's not a hater 'cause
(Bun)
Just like a Big Tymer
(Bun)
A heavy-weighter, *****
(Bun)

A big rim ridah
(Bun)
A big body swanger
(Bun)
A big slab glidah
(Bun)
An 84 clanga
(Bun)

Is this hard as it goes?
(Bun)
Is this Trill as it gets?
(Bun)
Ain't gotta ask you, *****
(Bun)
Know you feelin' this ****
(Bun)

Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that
Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that

Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that
Bun be be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't **** wit that

Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun,Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun
Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun,Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun, Bun

Get Throwed

length: 3:54

Draped Up

length: 4:17
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Bun...

Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk
Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk, drape

Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
With diamonds up against 'em, ballin' through ya hood, mayne
And I'm smokin' on some good, mayne
(Whut?)
The color purple
Not tha movie, but the kind that have ya goin' in a circle
Chrome lookin' mo' glassy than tha Transco Tower (Tower)
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower (shower)
Like 'Face, I got the money, the power and the finesse
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand 'round my neck
(Hold up)
I'm lookin' real shiny - you can see me from a mile away
Thought you were doin' it 'til I came and took ya smile away
Pull up on ya side in the turnin' lane
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, then I'm Cadillac turnin', mayne
(I'm gone)
Lil' swang to the left, big swang to the right
My plates scrapin' and I'm slidin', the pipe is super-tight (tight)
So don't try to knock us, baby
(Naw)
Don't try to hate
That's how we do it in that Lone Star State
Get it straight, we be

Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk
Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk, drape

Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint (paint)
'Cause we doin' it real big, in case you thinkin' we ain't (ain't)
It's lots of money on these street, bein' spent and bein' made
All it take is one look to see these boys gettin' paid
They livin' laid in big houses with pools in the backyard
Certified gangstas, so you never see us act fraud
With iced out watches (watches), bracelets (bracelets), chains (chains)
Pieces (pieces), teeth - man, we thowed in the game
We got screens in the headrest, visors in the ceilin' (ceilin')
On chromey eighty-threes and fo's and Vogue peelin' (peelin')
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk (trunk)
Push a button and my car is wavin' bye to you, punk (punk)
We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (bangin' the Screw)
We slab swangin', comin' down and through - I thought ya knew (I thought ya
knew)
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Now the South is in the house and they can't do nothin' about us
We be...

Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk
Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk, drape

One time for my trill *****s reppin' the block
Them real soldiers on the frontline that's keepin' it cocked
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
So they can know how you G it -- if they hatin', so be it
We ain't playin' where I'm stayin' 'cause it's way too real
No matter the situation ('ation), we gotta keep it trill
Got the steel on my side when I ride 'cause I'm ready
I got twenty-ten vision and my trigger finger steady
I'm an underground king, homeboy, and not a simp
And I gots ta represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp
(For real)
I'm down for my click just like I'm down for my block
And I'ma stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
(Hold up)
So go on, body rock, south side or lean back
Two-step wit'cha boy if you about ya greenbacks
This here is the Texas toast, so raise ya glass
Because the whole dirty South is finna show they naked ***
We be

Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk
Drape-draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know'm talk-talk, drape

I’m Fresh

length: 4:17
I say gentlemen, ladies, bad ***, out of control babies
It's the return of the bad *** perm pimp ya heard
Ya boy Fr-Fr-Fresh, Fr-Fr-Fresh
Fr-Fr-Fresh, ay

***** it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
With see to blow, and purple rain to sip

Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
I've never been a *****, don't plan to be a hoe
So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'

You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
My candy still glossy, my four's still flossy
My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy

And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
The leader of the pack, the star of the show
When Bun is in the building, you already know

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat *** check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad *****es say my name, hoe

***** you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
It's all about this bread, so you gon' have to grind
I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green

Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'

In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
But ***** on the corner, and it's as good as sold
It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon' sell your soul

My pimping way too cold, but it's gon' keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So ***** ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat *** check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad *****es say my name, hoe

***** you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
It's middle fingers up, 'cause we don't give a damn
Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon' drop
Them four's gon' tip, them blades gon' chop

Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon' fall
It's Southside holding, so we gon' ball
And slabs gon' crawl, them 3's gon' swang
That woman gon' shine, that trunk gon' bang

And underground king, from P.A.T
I miss my dog, so free Pimp see
And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
To keep us on the map, so he can get that green

I work the triple beam, electronic scale
Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
So Mannie please tell 'em, the **********ing real
Why Bun coulda be, so **********ing trill

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat *** check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad *****es say my name, hoe

I'm Fresh, brand new
Every time, that I come through
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck
I just bust me a fat *** check, hoe

I'm the man, he's a wimp
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
Dope boy shoes, big rings
And only bad *****es say my name, hoe

Trill Recognize Trill

length: 5:25
I still, I still, I still, I still
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
I still, ha

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the ****
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where *****z don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard

We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin', every ***** is game
So we can catch a corner, or we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there

See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself

'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm 'bout ready to give these **** *****z a clean slug
**** back the hammer on the goddamn steel
And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, **** it

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold

The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain

I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz

Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I've been the ****
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, ****

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

*****z best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill *****z comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
***** you ****ing with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest ***** living since my **********ing brother

So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We comin' for money and your **********in' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't **********in' tease us

You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
Cause you ****in' with me, *****, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame *** *****, know ya nolia then **** ya

*****, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under **********in' dirt, **** it

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

I still tote steel, give a **** how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say ****

Pushin’

length: 4:43
Pushin'

Say man I don't give a **** about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on pushin'

Pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
Keep keep on

Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo *** ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas tank or the tire (Tire)
Before a ************ even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a ***** that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a ***** try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a ***** was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a ***** gotta keep on pushin'

Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'

I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, *****z sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but **** it, that's how it is, ****
I got an ounce about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little ***** on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a ***** took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bowl and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that ***** bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy *****z sellin' that ether but **** it, **** sold

Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma
Real talk, real *****z do real things you know they (CHEEAAA)
You already know, free Pimp C ***** (LIFE *****)
U.G.K. for **********in' life, U.S.D.A. *****, C.T.E. ***** (CHEAA)
You know them Houston *****z you know they *****z keep on pushin' ***** (PUSHIN)
G.A. *****z you know they already
Real *****z do real things ***** you already know *****
C.T.E. *****, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some ***** set you up on the phone (DAMN)
****, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me **** *****, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this **** stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down *** ***** to dry that ****
Look, I-T a ***** yea she ride that ****
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman *****, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You *****z actin' like hoes so ************ keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and ***** keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
I've got to keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep keep on pushin'

I’m Ballin’

length: 4:21
Oooooohweeee
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
Alright-alright-alright, (ok-ok)
Ok-ok-ok, (alright-alright-alright)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Phizzle-Phizzle-Phizzle)
It's Bun B and (Jazze Phizzle-Phizzle)
Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I got the money and the power
I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll
Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'mma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending
I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques
I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
And if I get some'ing for me, I'm getting some'ing for my folks
Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
We all walking out of this mall, with big bags
And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good
We bout getting this money, like some real G's should
And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You can't be like Bun B, so why try to
Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
It's already understood, that we buying out the bar
It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it
Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em
So if you see *****s out there, playa hating then stop em
Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a ************'s head
We just wanna holla at bad *****es, and spend this bread
We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
Cause I'mma rep, like a **********ing underground king

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators ***** I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)

What I Represent (UGK)

length: 4:40
The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

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 them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill *** *****z living they life like a savage

A lot of *****z hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
*****z they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
*****z 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 *****z that ain't getting no love
For a ***** trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize, I'm representing for you, and ***** that's on the true

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma **** my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma **** my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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 **** 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 *** *****z 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 *** ****

Well I miss my *****, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp see"
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma **** my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma **** my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

The Story

length: 5:56
Say, this is the realist **** I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
'Bout the realest ***** these Texas streets ever bred

see L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with a big *** bang
Them gangsta *** rhymes with that country *** twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
****, next thing you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" **** we had it going on
Got, love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair

Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what was happening on the real
And new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and concealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
***** kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes

Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this **** fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf

**** it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters

The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this ***** still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting

He made a call to [Incomprehensible] and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive

We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all *****z getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill *****z rock it with him
**** big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure

Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded

And it stated, that due to the success of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way

**** it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
A song like that might take a ***** to the top
But my true fan base, might think a ***** flop

They got mad and put *****z on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said **** 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the **** up out the matrix

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "**** you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And **** just got put on hold or ****ing stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

*****z with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2000 and 1, ***** we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then he violated, now we right back before the judge

They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence
It was January 28th, he ain't been home since
Threw a ***** through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the ****ing boss

Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees
Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please

Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G

Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp see
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my ***** and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life

Hold U Down

length: 4:20

I’m a "G"

length: 4:10
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

I stand 5 foot 10, 200 and half
100 percent gangsta don't smile and don't laff
In a 3 inch shirt ***** 38 waist
I ain't small motha****a I'm takin' up some space

With a size 11 shoe that'll kick you in yo face
***** I'm all about a crime and ready to catch a case
I ain't scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
I ain't scared to **** back a fo and put 1 in yo face

Stay still ***** flava deuce, deuce in a third
Teflon coverin' yo body juice loose on a curve
I serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice y'all
I position and competition and when I finish y'all

Can clear the collin' and call the corrin tell him next again
We shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a Mexican
May never plex again not like he can
But just in case he get resurected is bestresurrecte he understands

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

I see these *****z doin' a lot of talkin' but they never back it up
'Bout the work they movin' or the paper they stackin' up
You *****z got the crack it up
The only thing you sellin' is wolf chickens
And we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up

84's click, clack it up and down towners
From west side to the east we keep the G and that's a promise
But yo plaque on summers Americas most wanted
We criminal backgrounds and ready to straiteflauted

Only take is a salt dropper or a instigator
Messy motha****as got the make it fo and a instant hater
I'ma lay it down like a baby ready to nap
'cause I'ma trill ***** ready to clap, now wats up

I slap a ***** scope him with a back hand left
And continue till nobody from yo whack clan left
Bet you might cheat left and you might cheat the dealer
But you neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

Hey, tell 'em for a minute Bun, chill to yo ***** don
They say they got some blowin' I'm the one them *****z get it from
They talkin' **** is best interest is to get a gun
Grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them *****z run

Sissy *****z, sweeter then a cinnabun
I want 'em knocked off, we the ones you gotta get it done
A lot of rappers say they G's I don't feel 'em no, naw
Yea, sissy so keys I'm still a don

OG's usual low key movin' in
03 don't look up at my window, you don't know me
Gangsta, gangsta the same time
Picture the pump and paint that I ain't the kind

You wanna see me that's why I say no thanks to none
AKs, are's man I can't decide
I got the mind of the hustler halacious grind
Man, I hold my city down like I anchor eyim

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see

I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
I'm a "G", ***** you don't know about me
But yo *** gonna learn and yo *** gonna see
I'm a "G"

Git It

length: 3:58
writer: Michael Antoine Crooms, Bun B, De'Angelo Holmes
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house
Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out
Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right)
We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang
so get get get get get get it girl

Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4)
Get it girl (scratched up)
Show them hoes wat u workin with

Baby gotta eat You better get right
Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night
That Petrone get a ***** gut shiverin
Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin
***** poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon
These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked
What the hell you waitin on your *** better get it
These girls in the club you better come on with it
Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa
***** got a ***** **** sittin on swoll
loosin control off the liquor
DAMN I like the way she put that thing on a *****
She playin with my mind see the ***** is fine
I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime
You want her to dance, this your chance
***** leave the club with his print showin in his pants

Chorus

Damn! look at that face look at those eyes
look at them hips look at them thighs
Got that apple bottom, baby fat top
Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop)
Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin
but i been watchin and i been waitin
like the way that you shake that thing
lookin like you finna break that thing
You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad
Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad
You know i go hard then i go deep
And its all night long we don't need no sleep
Have you doin things that your last man couldn't
Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin (YEAH)
You said you wouldn't, i knew you would
don't be scared, its all good, go, get it

Chorus

Drop it down low hoe shake that ****
GET CRUNK for a ***** get loose with it *****
Go DUMB If he really want some
get your *** on the floor and get crunk
money comes and goes
so its best you get your *** on the floor
Start poppin that ***** and then gettin it low
Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills
So your *** get crunk show me all of your skills
Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady
You Still in the booty club naked shake it
Hold that **** girl show me what you got there
Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip
***** get crunk let me see you hit a split
Bop your *** up and down like you ridin on a ****
I came to the club to put some money in your world
so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl

Chorus

Get It Girl
Get It Girl
Get it get it get it
Get It Girl
Get It Girl
Show them hoes wat u workin with

Who Need a "B"

length: 4:42

Retaliation Is a Must

length: 3:49
Hold up, Mddl Fngz up
***** *** *****s Down *****
Htown texas stand up
Southwest, sunnyside, PA we up in here baby
Holla, know'm talking bout

[Bun B]

Say, ***** you can't run, ***** you can't hide
Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride
Blow out your insides and leave you to rot
Cause when we give it to you ***** we give you all that we've got
Now all it takes is one shot to put your *** in a ditch
But you gon' get the other 49 for bein' a *****
Go to war with the big men when it makes no sense to
Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you
Ain't no movie, your baby mama, teachers and your kids
Everybody finna get it for the **** that you did
So when I get to your crib, better come out swingin
Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin
We don't want no dope
We don't want no cash
We don't want no excuses
We just want your ***
So when that front door crash, and you see them soldiers
When that gun go blast, don't say Bun didn't told ya

[Chorus 2x]

If I I pull it out my pocket, be the first one to bust,
We ain't playin wit you hoes
Retaliation is a must
First ***** make a move, first ***** hit the dutch

[Mddl Fngz]

Yeahh, now I stand on my two feet,
One playa, two heats
20 shot, hollow heads, ***** give me the loose leaf
**** beef I got a K for *****s
In spots the law won't find you for days my *****s
Southside young playa full of plots and scams
Show ya how to get cha overs up and lock the grams
Boys know me in the hood, but not for rappin'
Back street trappin', front line, ya boys a captain
First ***** to shot, I ain't tryna talk,
Bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off
No life is a come up, when I'm rollin with my gun up
Don't get ya ***** gun, but ***** what you want, what?
And ain't **** to get ya family touched
Catch auntie on the bus, and pop her *** like a clutch *****
I'm in the game cause I love the rush,
Love to bust
This fans money never enough *****

[Chorus 2x]

[Mddl Fngz]

45 in the rova, the k is on my shoulder
Pop your ***** ***, then I go and smoke it over
*****s gettin' older, but thugs is comin younger
So just in case you wonder, I keep a (?) up under
Cause ***** you a blunder
Got rock by the thunder
Cryin to Bun, but he the reason that we done ya
Gave us the word, said we keep the bird
Leavin is for nerds, I put your brain on the curb, ****a
Pull ya piece *****, and watch ya rest it
Come to this clip game, ***** I'm the best in it
The white flag you wavin, now it's on ***** please
All your love ones houses lookin like swiss cheese
Tried to let your *** make it, but your *** act a fool
Now the HK, the AK and the are is the tools
All your homeboys gone and them hoes won't help
So tell ya mom and your sister break out the black dress

[Chorus 2x]



Draped Up (H‐Town mix)

length: 5:12

Late Night Creepin

length: 4:28
Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
And the street lights start comin' on in the town
When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep
That's when real G's come out on the creep
Midnight movin through the city on the low
Sippin' on some sizurp and smokin on some dro
Got the TVs on, both my screens on flow
Pop trunk on dis ***** and I'm ready to go
You never know what the night might hold
At the hour of the fungus actin way too cold
You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold
Now a days its a struggle to survive
Some of these dark alley ways will eat you alive
I'ma grip my grain, and **** my gun
And show these mother ****ers how its done
When your late night creepin.....


'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a **** we just late night creepin'

In the late night
That's w, that's w,
That's when real G's see come out on the creep

I got my two 4-5s and they loaded and locked
Keep em' both on **** for I step on the block
It's the grave yard **** 'cause we out on the grind
And we don't care about time 'cause its money on mind
We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread
We ain't worried bout sleep **** goin to bed
We the last ones to leave after hittin them stangs
Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang
I do my thing and you can't tell me different
Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it
I'm programmed automatic with this G ****
And that go for every other cat you see me with
Glock turned on with the burn on the hip
I'm blowin on the deuce by the candy painted whip
I'ma grip my grain, and **** my gun
And show these mother ****ers how its done
When your late night creepin.....

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a **** we just late night creepin'

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a **** we just late night creepin'

In the late night better get your face right
Everything sells, *****es to the bass pipe
I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light
Blood shot 20 20 through the gauge sight
I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks
I ain't braggin homie these are just the cold facts
We known to hold gats and nobody hold back
**** a cheap shot I'll take out your whole back
So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip
Ain't nobody walk away 'cause ain't nobody give a ****
***** I'm livin and I love it it's beautiful
Somethin like the smell of crap when I'm watchin your noodle blow
We famous pharmisuticals and breakin the bits
We blazin two up in the cuticals to breakin the bread
Don't give a **** you never heard of us
We known among the murderous
For toatin heavy metal push the good **** pour the purple up

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a **** we just late night creepin'

You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a **** we just late night creepin'

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a **** we just late night creepin'