Big K.R.I.T., UGK - Ride Wit Me lyrics

Say, RIP to Pimp C
He was the King of The South
If you hating on that
You need to shut your fucking mouth
I'm down with Lil J
Til' the muthafuckin' grave
Disrespect, they gon' put your picture
On the front page
I'm center stage shining in a
Foreign you ain't seen yet
Chrome look like water
And my candy paint is lean wet
Don't forget the rims
Them muthafuckas a clean set
You can't tell me that this ain't
Cost ya boy a mean check
Looking like a G in here
Been here I'm gon be in here when it's over
I'ma be the only one you see in here
Repping PAT in here
Realer than these other guys
I'm triple OG bitch
Don't let them tell you otherwise

Young nigga out here on the rise
Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up, hold up
Young nigga out here on the grind
Young bitch, you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, hold up bitch

Put Multi on the mountaintop
Drop the label just to raise the stock
You ain't seen a trunk until it pop
Full of 15s that'll make it knock
With them neon lights that say
Get in line or get down, hoe
If it wasn't about the player
Money to be made
What the fuck you come around for?
This is big business, talking skyscrapers
Screens rise like smoke vapors
Candy paints when it's Now and Laters
Bitch, I'm on the up like an
Elevator if you didn't know
Shine the grill just to let it show
On them emotional mothafuckas in the game
Tucking they nuts while I'm letting mine hang
Chromed out the rim, letting em' swang
Went from have not to having some dames
Diamonds out the window, gripping the grain
One finger'll put the sun to the rain
Uhh, ya'll niggas thought I wasn't gon'
Be a king like I'm sposed'
But I learned from UGK, Multi
"4eva N a Day" on these hoes

Young nigga out here on the rise
Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up, hold up
Young nigga out here on the grind
Young bitch you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, hold up bitch

This for all the underground
We on the surface
South been holding, remote controlling
Got the game and it ain't for purchase
Ain't no hurting when you win
Up the cut like in it
Touchin' down on it, clown on it
Cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Old school on it's tippy toes
Chop the base and shave the doors
Fade the top, then let it show
How it taste? I got to know
Ice the grill, cold enough to freeze the snow
Bruce Leroy, Sho'nuff
That bumping dragon bitch I got the glow
Got the cake, smash it in your face
I got more to make
I'm on the chase for a bread truck
To put off in my safe
And let it bake, stingy with the flakes
All the crumbs get ate
Off the plate, sop it up
With the lobster, shrimp, and steak
Krizzle

Young nigga out here on the rise
Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up, hold up
Young nigga out here on the grind
Young bitch you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, hold up bitch