[Intro: Pimp C]
I love motherfuckin' UGK
Illest motherfucker right here and a cool motherfucker
Hate the snitches, motherfucker
Y'all need to shoot 'em the back of the head
Kill the little motherfucker and throw 'em in the river where the alligator eat 'em up
Okay, so that is what they do, serve the motherfucker, right
Old, weak motherfucker
Man, all these motherfuckin' niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Every time I try to go somewhere (Huh?)
I got plex from these lil' sorry punk, pussy (Man), no-good hatin'—
[Chorus]
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (You know what I'm sayin'?)
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day (Every single day, man)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (Startin' shit, man)
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day (See a lot of plex on the streets, baby, know what I'm sayin'?)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (I'm lookin' at H-Town, north and the south side doin' it)
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day (And P.A., you know what I'm sayin'? And Port Acres doin' it)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (Even the east coast and the west coast got the plex, man)
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day (Man, y'all better keep it pimpish, I'm tellin' you what's real)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button, I ain't never ran this hot
Now you the number one nigga I wanna whoop the piss out
And this not a threat, bet that, I ain't gon' let that shit slide
Gotta get that bitch, right? Want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got ready to pull the MAC out
Sandwiched him, bottom-feeder of 610
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in
Shit, I seen a slab get stripped
The disc, seats and sound gone, and candy paint burnt to a crisp
These niggas gettin' hated on for the '84s that they skated on
Jackers in the dark alleys waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack, pistol to his back
Took four ounces of crack and a fat doja sack
That's why I pack, my nigga, that's why I pray
'Cause where I stay I got to carry my muthafuckin' gun every single day
I love motherfuckin' UGK
Illest motherfucker right here and a cool motherfucker
Hate the snitches, motherfucker
Y'all need to shoot 'em the back of the head
Kill the little motherfucker and throw 'em in the river where the alligator eat 'em up
Okay, so that is what they do, serve the motherfucker, right
Old, weak motherfucker
Man, all these motherfuckin' niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Every time I try to go somewhere (Huh?)
I got plex from these lil' sorry punk, pussy (Man), no-good hatin'—
[Chorus]
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (You know what I'm sayin'?)
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day (Every single day, man)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (Startin' shit, man)
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day (See a lot of plex on the streets, baby, know what I'm sayin'?)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (I'm lookin' at H-Town, north and the south side doin' it)
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day (And P.A., you know what I'm sayin'? And Port Acres doin' it)
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way (Even the east coast and the west coast got the plex, man)
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day (Man, y'all better keep it pimpish, I'm tellin' you what's real)
[Verse 1: Bun B]
My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button, I ain't never ran this hot
Now you the number one nigga I wanna whoop the piss out
And this not a threat, bet that, I ain't gon' let that shit slide
Gotta get that bitch, right? Want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got ready to pull the MAC out
Sandwiched him, bottom-feeder of 610
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in
Shit, I seen a slab get stripped
The disc, seats and sound gone, and candy paint burnt to a crisp
These niggas gettin' hated on for the '84s that they skated on
Jackers in the dark alleys waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack, pistol to his back
Took four ounces of crack and a fat doja sack
That's why I pack, my nigga, that's why I pray
'Cause where I stay I got to carry my muthafuckin' gun every single day
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