UGK - PA Nigga lyrics

Man, I been feelin' caged in
They try to stop us, shackle us, and drop us
Tackle us, sack us, no propers, just smack us
Flop us, protract us, ho-hoppers attack us
For practice
No actors just coppers with choppers
With randoms and RICOs
With cameras and peep holes
Can't stand us, we chose the scandalous
Who planned this your peoples?
Fuck that you hero bucked at by weevils
And muskrats to seagulls
Touch that to bank rolls and c
Notes to stank hoes and beagles
Drank folks, clay folks, gay
Folks now we ghost, we host
Moving star requires movin' ours
Never mind my appearance
Need assurance for your clearance?
Bitch, I roll with guns
For endurance not endearment
Nigga this ain't Mommie Dearest
It's the loudest and the clearest
The closest and the freshest
This is that underground shit
From Port Arthur, texas
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you
Can buck me down nigga?
I don't fuck around nigga
From that underground nigga
Keep a bad yellow bitch that
Can suck me down nigga
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you
Can buck me down nigga?
I don't fuck around nigga
From that underground nigga
Keep Nak' up in my shit so
My trunk can pound nigga, what?

I'm a big body flipper, syrup sipper
I keep two bitches so they
Call me Jack Tripper
Three years coming it, four as a rider
Only room for one dick, bitch
When I'm knocking you down
Got that dope by the pound
Red Jag on the ground
You can hear when I'm comin'
Because I'm bangin' surround
And I'm getting my paper
So bitch fuck what you heard
My niggas ready to hit it they
Just wait for the word
Sell pipes and birds, water and herb
But not on the corner
Because I wholesale serve
When I'm ridin' the city, my car might swerve
My vision be blurred
But I don't hit the curb
I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone
Everything I drive got wood and chrome
Ever since "Big Pimpin" I've
Been seeing the clones
Now everybody on they video
Doing a Sweet Jones

We runnin' through this rap
Game at break-neck speed, break necks bleed
Blocks like, "Bitch please, your Lex keys"
Your checks freeze
Your bank account shut down over seas
And both of these and toke of these
While blowin' trees with Clover G's
Move over please
Make room for elbows we cell
Phones we sell those for
Felons in jail clothes
Icky sticky like Velcro dipped
In rubber cement
We meant tied up in scotch tape
Now watch fate take it up a notch
Wait, a hot date? Baddest
Boppers under the sun, get blunted with Bun
This summer we shun all inhibitions
No wonder we gonna watch a
Stunna become a livin' landmark
Hands spark like leave your plans dark
Merc it, missed it, fuck who dissed it
Diss me, can't miss me
Just can't relate bitch
This my history date
No, driven for this we wait
'till eternity eternally burning
Quote my destiny child you're learning it?