Fiend, UGK, Master P - Slangin' lyrics
[Fiend, UGK, Master P - Slangin' lyrics]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, MP
But uh, Fiend nigga
It's your muthafuckin time to shine
You gon mix this shit up with
Bun B and Pimp C
UGK and Fiend? This straight for all
The niggas in the hood niggas on the corner
Every nigga in the penitentitary
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free this
For all the real
Niggas and bitches out there
Ya heard me? No Limit style
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't No Limit
You muthafucka
I don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch
Your microphone pitch
Your tone switch sound like you
Wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon
Bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga
Fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga
Take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene
Turn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds
Eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker
Hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters
To leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
And you muthafuckin bustas
Boy, we down south bangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you haters and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you
Haters and you busters
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you
Haters and you busters
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you
Haters and you busters
I got the cocaine lady, white lady
By the key i get them whole for ten
Double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna
Mafia stamp on the end
Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and
I chop it up with Bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
Smokin, ridin dirty
Got a chip up in my cellphone
Keep this shit pumped get to pop the trunk
Feelin light headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and
Love that shit to lean
I'm down with Dj Screw and
Bitch it's UGK and Fiend
And we ridin with some killas
Niggas bout they drama pimp like a wheelers
And bitches like pirahnas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
What's the sense of it all? Pimpin, powder
And pussy tryin' to make pennies payin' off
So friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today
Blown away from the wrong way
I'm killin' these niggas the Jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hater
Sooner than later
Shoulda pop em since the incubator
My life is droppin heron, at the sharon
Lookin, death dead on
Knowin I was dead wrong
From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty
Everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker
That's always claimin tank
Niggas know NO, dank, and elevate
My rank, what you call it?
Bustin out the Expedition fiend pimpin
Blowin up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin
Resist the No Limit and stashin a duster
Servin the cluckers, poppin it undercover
We gettin rid a bustas
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
But uh, Fiend nigga
It's your muthafuckin time to shine
You gon mix this shit up with
Bun B and Pimp C
UGK and Fiend? This straight for all
The niggas in the hood niggas on the corner
Every nigga in the penitentitary
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free this
For all the real
Niggas and bitches out there
Ya heard me? No Limit style
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't No Limit
You muthafucka
I don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch
Your microphone pitch
Your tone switch sound like you
Wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon
Bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga
Fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga
Take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene
Turn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds
Eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker
Hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters
To leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
And you muthafuckin bustas
Boy, we down south bangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you haters and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you
Haters and you busters
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you
Haters and you busters
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of you
Haters and you busters
I got the cocaine lady, white lady
By the key i get them whole for ten
Double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna
Mafia stamp on the end
Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and
I chop it up with Bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
Smokin, ridin dirty
Got a chip up in my cellphone
Keep this shit pumped get to pop the trunk
Feelin light headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and
Love that shit to lean
I'm down with Dj Screw and
Bitch it's UGK and Fiend
And we ridin with some killas
Niggas bout they drama pimp like a wheelers
And bitches like pirahnas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
What's the sense of it all? Pimpin, powder
And pussy tryin' to make pennies payin' off
So friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today
Blown away from the wrong way
I'm killin' these niggas the Jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hater
Sooner than later
Shoulda pop em since the incubator
My life is droppin heron, at the sharon
Lookin, death dead on
Knowin I was dead wrong
From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty
Everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker
That's always claimin tank
Niggas know NO, dank, and elevate
My rank, what you call it?
Bustin out the Expedition fiend pimpin
Blowin up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin
Resist the No Limit and stashin a duster
Servin the cluckers, poppin it undercover
We gettin rid a bustas
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin'
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
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