Celly Cel, UGK - Pop the Trunk lyrics
[Celly Cel, UGK - Pop the Trunk lyrics]
Smoke somethin'
I just bought me a Coupe Deville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna
Jack cuz I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm comin' down the west end
Niggas tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop
The trunk and started cappin'
Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun
To the floor nigga hard to bust back but I
Was penetrating they doe
Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Cuz we all pack pistols and we all wear vests
When the shit pop out, who gon stunt
Nigga ain't shootin' me first I
Fin to pop the trunk
You niggas didn't know that
I was outta control
Slow yo roll for I put this
Chopper straight to yo fo
Head you better off dead than to
Fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz
I don't even like no niggas in my face
Trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people: God and my mama
Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my bitch
Nina Ross ho house boss
I bet you mind somethin' in
Run and tell a friend on the Gin
I think he's set trippin' once again
It ain't no stoppin' me
Get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin past yo funeral hangin out
The window slumpin' on ya you didn't know
They didn't tell you boy you betta listen
While I shoot this shit before you
Put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I
Specialize in havin bump
You can have the tailway from the shovel
So we can pop the trunk
Under Cali's blue skies
Smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise
Doin' ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle
Men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man
The nigga wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to cock
Hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot
One right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom biddy bye, bye's
I'm livin' my life off of rap and weed highs
And act my age but not my fuckin' shoe size
But fuckin' wit us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk
I know that they some bitches
Had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on HennessyI fin to pop the trunk
Bitch smoke somethin'
D time, PA, uh, '97 smoke somethin
Representin money, like Too $hort bitch huh
I just bought me a Coupe Deville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna
Jack cuz I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm comin' down the west end
Niggas tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop
The trunk and started cappin'
Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun
To the floor nigga hard to bust back but I
Was penetrating they doe
Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Cuz we all pack pistols and we all wear vests
When the shit pop out, who gon stunt
Nigga ain't shootin' me first I
Fin to pop the trunk
You niggas didn't know that
I was outta control
Slow yo roll for I put this
Chopper straight to yo fo
Head you better off dead than to
Fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz
I don't even like no niggas in my face
Trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people: God and my mama
Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my bitch
Nina Ross ho house boss
I bet you mind somethin' in
Run and tell a friend on the Gin
I think he's set trippin' once again
It ain't no stoppin' me
Get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin past yo funeral hangin out
The window slumpin' on ya you didn't know
They didn't tell you boy you betta listen
While I shoot this shit before you
Put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I
Specialize in havin bump
You can have the tailway from the shovel
So we can pop the trunk
Under Cali's blue skies
Smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise
Doin' ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle
Men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man
The nigga wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to cock
Hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot
One right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom biddy bye, bye's
I'm livin' my life off of rap and weed highs
And act my age but not my fuckin' shoe size
But fuckin' wit us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk
I know that they some bitches
Had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on HennessyI fin to pop the trunk
Bitch smoke somethin'
D time, PA, uh, '97 smoke somethin
Representin money, like Too $hort bitch huh