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Front Back Ft. UGK

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Front Back Ft. UGK

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3
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"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeated throughout]

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!

[T.I. - talking]
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring you.. some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!

[T.I.]
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the cherry red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
On a Jeezy songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'...

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!

[Bun B]
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blades 'em crews of hoe
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops)
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops)
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas and GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.)
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!

[Pimp C]
I'm switchin' lane to lane (uh), leanin' on the switch (on the switch)
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips)
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks)
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind)
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine)
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it)
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die)
But I don't really wanna hit ya wit' this hot thang
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo'
Bangin' on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' [echoes]

"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
Never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]
And we never let hoe ass niggaz ride!!
"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" - [repeat 2X]

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I'm Talkin' To You (Skit)

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

I'm Talkin' To You (Skit)

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5
Average: 5 (1 vote)
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[Hook]
I'm talkin to you
sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt
I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you)
fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you
youz a lame uz a shame to the game
I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you)
we can shoot it out whenever you wanna
whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you

[T.I.]
Ay I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about
yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
for niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash 'em out
I'm really finna give yo ass some hotter shit to talk about
the goons hit the room now you askin what's this all about
fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is fallin out
got a problem wit patna -I see him in the city and call him out
it wasnt for the chopper ain't shit I'm gettin all of mine
pop 'em drop 'em call the plan a wake he out forever more
I give it to you straight nigga I don't need a metaphor
how many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more
a nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy
patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life
even after my life haters be after my life
cuz I'ma do in 06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm talkin to you

[Hook]

[T.I.]
I ain't talkin to Jeezy cause thats my brother
ain't talkinto Face cause that's my father
ain't talkin to Bun cause that's my uncle
ain't talkin to Kast cause them ma patnas
ain't talkin to Jigga cause that's my nigga, the Real President carter
gave me Diplomatic Immunity you and me why bother
man all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a charger
and he only come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
you done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
you don fought with a chopper holla what it is patna
you better keep it proper you know what it is patna
this some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather
Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
for a 100 K ,a 100 carat paul don't wanna talk bra
nigga wouldn't buck won't dare, you just talk tough
don't try to run from me now whatchu thought bra I'm talkin to you

[Hook]

[T.I.]
I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga
ain't talkin 2 Pimp cause he a trill nigga
ain't talkin 2 BG cause he like me, with old cases and will kill niggaz
I know you wannabe just like me since you got ya new record deal nigga
But I don't give a fuck if you like me no second diss ya not trill nigga
ya in ya video wearin white T that don't make you no dope dealer nigga
But I ain't talkin bout no bankhead, carver homes, no adamsville nigga
you dealin wit a lil gorilla nigga
10 mill later I'm still the nigga
Killer Mike, Yung bloodz, David Banner
Bonecrusher they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga
Had it out with Chris he still my nigga
sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz
so I ain't never been served get ya facts right nigga
for this 40 cal make ya ass act right nigga
coming against the king get ya stats right nigga
wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga
gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga
like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my ass right back to sillahillabilla
compound come down everyday sell yay
Just like the old days stack another mill up
niggaz ain't ready for the dust that we kick up
go talk shit forget they get hit up
You better be bout that shit you kick
Like DipSet bitch you trynna get wit us
I don't Politic, don't even speak see I don't kiss up
gotta be styles and sheek Jada diss us
diss us...that's goin piss us..see I love it when the government pick niggaz
if you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
told mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talkin 2 you

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Good Life - Phone Call (Skit) Ft. Pharrell and Common

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Good Life - Phone Call (Skit) Ft. Pharrell and Common

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5
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[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I keep telling myself
Man I'm living the good life
[Pharrell]
I'm living the good life
[2X]
I'm on top of the world
I'm on top of the world
[2X]

[T.I.]
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage
Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest
And even when my days were the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears right after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been a fool
I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beat to paint my pain
But nowadays man I can't complain
I got several automobiles and they all on thangs
Several size of tangent and they all in one chain
Used to see me in the mall I'm the same
And get a couple broads giving brain on the plane

[Chorus]

[Common]
I come from Chi-Town lost and found in the struggle
Where dudes say stay safe and stay out of trouble
Speak is muffed the law and B gon try to cuff you
Those with duffles move weight and have muscles
I came through the dirt with a verse for the people
Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected
Sounds projected, ain't show how effective
Lessons learned, sessions turned to life reflected
And everything I found real in life know I kept it
They say life's a teacher, you're gonna get tested
When a nigga changed they keep saying that nigga strange
Couldn't see how my mind won't be the lame
Ahead of my time I caught up with the game
Making good music making paper making change

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire
With enough heat to set the hood on fire
Man you niggaz think Suge was off the wire
You should've seen the squad before I had Messiah
We assumed the title as the number one supplier
Felt like I was selling blow since I was in diapers
And wish a nigga would come try us
We was cool with the killers, best friends with the lifers
Quick to up and scrap with niggaz who want to deny
For what we considered then as a lucrative empire
But like that pimping time flash by you
Now I wonder what the judge think as he reading my priors
Prison ain't full and the reefer ain't bias
You ain't got to tell and distant the liars
Gave the jail hell and shot birds at the hearse
Lived through worse and reversed the curse

[Chorus]

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What You Know

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

What You Know

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5
Average: 5 (2 votes)
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Aye..aye..aye..aye..aye..
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?

[Pre-chorus:]
Aye...
don’t you know I got
key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
where I holding all the work at

[Chorus:]
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I know all about that
Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the Jects where the G's at
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey I know all about that

See me in ya city sitting pretty know I'm shining dawg
Riding with a couple Latin brawds and a china doll
And you know how we ball
Aye..
Riding in shiny cars
Aye..
Walk in designer malls
Aye..
Buy everything we saw
You know about me dogg
Don’t talk about me dogg
And if you doubt me dogg
You better out me dogg
I'm throwed off slightly bro
Don’t wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightning bro ya better use ya Nike’s bro
Know you don’t like me cause
Yo bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club
I be on dro I’m buzzed
Give every ho a hug
Niggaz don’t show me mugs
Cause you don’t know me cause

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus]

Candy on the '64
Leather guts and fish bowl
50 on the pinky ring just to make my fist glow
Ya bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what? I'm rich ho
I still pull a-kick-do' (kick ya door down)
What you talking shit fo’?
gotta run and hit fo’?
Got you a yelling and I thought you put out a gun hit fo
But you’s a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you
See all that attitude’s, unnecessary dude
You never carry tools not even square, he cube
You got these people fooled, who see you on the tube
Whatever try the crew, they’ll see you on the news

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus]

Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with the top popped
My partner bustin' shots, I tell em' stop, he'll make the block hot
Ya label got got
Cause you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop
A video or not that will bust it to the glock stop
Drag ya out that Bentley Coupe and take it to the chop shop
Partner, we got ya'll
If it may pop off
I’ll answer the question “Will I get ya block knocked off?”
And what it is bro
Look I will kill bro
I’m in your hood, if you a gangsta what you hid for?
Somebody better get bro for he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it what you still talking shit for?

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus]

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Bankhead Ft. P$C and Young Dro

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Bankhead Ft. P$C and Young Dro

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4
Average: 4 (2 votes)
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[T.I.:] Westside nigga (hey, hey, hey, Bankhead nigga)

[Chorus]
I got my 44's, and my dro, and my Chevy on 24's, and my Hoe,
now where'm I sposed ta go (Bankhead nigga)
I got my
44's, and my dro, and my
Chevy on 24's, and my
Hoe, now where'm I sposed ta go
(Bankhead nigga)

[T.I.:]
see me
Riding in the Chevy 44's on the seat wit a
Quarter o blow get low lemme see, no tags, no license, da trunk loaded wit d riding
Fulton Ind., where we normally be, they pull us
Over you think I'm stopping you must be fuckin' wit me,
if they don't wanna die tonight they best stop fuckin' wit me
Ima pull over in Bowen Homes where my cousin will be and they gon'
Hide me in they home while they lookin' for me

[Mac-Boney:]
now we the
Neighborhood superstars, pimp a Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes
in the trap with rock stars we
Puttin' fear in cowards hearts
when they see us on the block
Swirvin' in da duce and fo' all the bustin' shots just because the Hell I care about getting caught
I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb, serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at tip spot
I'm burnin' rubber fuck the cops, another day on my block

[Chorus]

[AK:]
I'm
Cadillac daddy pulled up on some hoes from old naddy
Said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin'
Westside getting them panties snapping
She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Lets get em home over on Virginia
Step inside a sweeta nigga contender you in for a
Lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I'm the shit

[Big Kuntry:]
I'm the in the
Bubble, cush Chevy well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I
Treat em like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike
That's right, monster ridin' sittin' on the 28's it
Sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played
the engine running like Vick
With the falcons on the hood
Mr. Mr. Westside
Yeah you know they in my hood

[Chorus]

[C-Rod:]
Ain't no
Telling where I'm goin', once I'm steppin' out, singin' on the
High life windows up in the clouds open up your consel that's where I got my gun,
right next to that
get that finger roll another one
I got the vitamins make a freak fuck all night
Hoes know killas on the Westside
Earn stripes make the money turn right just look at my
Piece and my grillz swirvin'
off church street the pimp god gave me skills

[Young Dro:]
I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)
ya'll remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V
10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me"
Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean
Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me

[Chorus]

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