OutKast, UGK - Tough Guy lyrics

Everbody on the streets
This a little thesis coming from me
When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar
Or smoking a little red life in my car
I don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy

Cruising down the street
Minding my business cause I'm trill
Stopped at the ATM
Grabbed a thousand dollar bill
Now I peel like apples and
Peaches because I'm chill
And niggas around my city respect
Me because I'm real
But still the things I see from
Day to day it irks me
When I'm off in the '79
Seville or the Bonneville


Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd G i know it
Betta believe I tote something for it
And I got a slogan like Nike
But it goes like this, just know it
And I'm not the type of person be
Riding around your block just flashy
Just came to the store to get some black and
Milds and a lil bit of 93 gas, g
Wanna blast me, get sassy
Say negative things about OutKast G
Riding all on a nigga dick, all you
Had to do was just dap me, come slap me
You the bad man
So go ahead and touch my cheek then
But we'll be burying you and your
Whole motherfucking family by the weekend
I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck
I got my squad we trapping
Aye C-bone gone slap this nigga, he
Ain't bucking, he just yapping, yea

Say, we took it from packing the pistols
To jacking this missiles
To stacking my crystals
Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile
When we start, ain't no stopping us
We too smart and too popular
Take your toys and we topple em
Resort to the dopplar
To the agent underground well
Known as Stankonia
Where trill as niggas go one and
Bad ass bitches be boning ya
I'm warning you
Niggas i'll fill the middle of your moany
And make yo broad lick her pony up
It's that platinum shit
Called zonia, tell Tommy blow me up
I ain't Mariah
Bitch I'm the messiah can't no
Motherfucker show me up
UGK a set nigga, throw me up
Fuck catching a case bitch
I'll lace you and your homey up
Cause we the cream coming out of the crop
The steam coming out of the pot and
The team coming out at the top
Your baddest or not
These niggas getting shattered or shot
Splattered for props
Man you should'nt've left your
Gat at your spot

Pimp C bitch I'm a country star
I got a country mansion and a country car
I got a country bitch, I made a country son
I got some country nuts, I keep a country gun
I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun
So if you pay me a mil
You gotta give that nigga one
Fuck boys talk shit
But them bitch niggas know
And UGK run the streets and we
Put dick in your ho
Whether weed or blow, I keep an open store
I keep my hair cut low, 44 on the floor
You can test me Snow
We got the glass for sho
Get your mind on your money
Cause you playing with your dough
Bitches who ready to go
Say you moving to slow
If you wasn't bout sucking it
What you fucking with me for
The quarters in the side in
Case you didn't know
I'm Sweet Jones Bitch and I'm
An old school pro, pro, pro

Since the beginning of time
Up to the present of now
There are beauty shop playas
Also intelligent clowns
Got they blue cuts with brown
Booty grinding the ground
It's the sound that's created when we
Get up to get down
Stimulate my imag-ination with exag-geration
Of stanking light
That can't be right but we laughed
To keep from crying, sighing
Hugged by cutie-pie and
Death defying acts of a Blacks
Not scared of dying
Y'all act like you never take no bubble bath
Gone to Blockbuster and act like
You ain't never cuddled after
You poked her, stroked, soaked her
Provoked her to reach for the sky when
She's high on your holster
I'm posed to, roast you, toast you, close you
Motherfucking mouth for I'm almost
Closed to the end so when they ask you what
School do you attend say Stankonia High
Then throw two in the wind