Kadi, Omen, Kurious - Uptown Shit lyrics

[Kadi, Omen, Kurious - Uptown Shit lyrics]

Kurious sparks the buddha, kid
Act like you knew the
The game, fuck the fame, shit is lame
Rather do the
Bump bumpety bump with a stuntety stunt
Don't forget my name, bitch
I got what you want
Can't front on the man known
To say "Yea yea"
It's the Puerto Rican wonder, motherfucker
Don't stare if you're vision's 20
20, best believe
I got plenty for that ass - ha ha
You know the steelo
Kilos ain't flipped so my pockets is broke
Catch me on two-five, steamin' the choke
Like the sauna, word is bond I
Step to a hoochie
That's the word for it, try to
Kick it honey diss me, i ignore it
Sorta like a wall that's dense
Bitch think a nigga's rich
It don't make sense
Little brother The Omen
Hit up some shit that's fit
Represent for the peeps on some Uptown Shit

Yo, it's the Uptown Shit -
It's the Uptown Shit!
Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit!
Yo, it's the Uptown Shit -
It's the Uptown Shit!
Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit!

Yeah! Skull snaps now I'm the pimp
Comin' straight
It's The Omen with that Uptown Shit
Stride's kinda humble
Stays cool with the strut
Graze a big butt, I step back, then I nut
Damn! I wish I got to butt fuck the bitch
I flip with a twitch
Pulls a nigga that's rich
So, I steps cool, acts like I know
Step to the block and join in some cee-lo
I roll 6-6-6 with the
Tricks cause it's fixed
Your head is banged so I got you in the mix
I spit the pulp like a pit
Now I'm leavin you on some Uptown Shit

Ha ha, check me out as the third introduct
Niggas talkin the lip
But I don't give a fuck
It's the Uptown Shit
Where honeys shake their hips
And the fellas try to dip
In the Miracle Whip
One time it's the Rican with the low haircut
With the bitches that fuck
Then swallow the nut
Straight facts from a cat who
Will give you the scoop
I be Knockin more Boots than
That H Town group
So give me mine Poppa Duka when
I race your Koopa Troopa in a Mario Kart
Niggas dread me from the start
Don't fuck around kid if you ain't prepared
Cause a nigga whose scared
Is a nigga who ain't there!

Check it out
There it is, hear the sound, got a blunt
Bust me down forty-five, no St ides
It's the wines that I dine
Chickenhead shit is dead
You're gettin me fed
Slide up the block I hear, "WHATTUP KID?"
Yeah yeah, Kurious
Save the mess for the rest
Known for takin buddha sess
Straight to the chest
Slide to the rucka every week's the same
Strictly checkin' for ass
Motherfuck the game
Pysch, I sneak a peak at my main man Tone
Only bitches I sweat
Is the bitches that bone
Puffin on a loose bitch exhale fast
I throw my dick in your mouth
Have you blowin' rings out your fuckin ass
Til it's time to quit
Whattup to Big Trey on some Uptown Shit

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