UGK, N.O. Joe - Bump and Grill lyrics
[UGK, N.O. Joe - Bump and Grill lyrics]
I gotta come down, I got a bangin trunk
So when I come through you
Feel the slab just bump
Them niggas sippin syrup and them
Bitches on that gin
Man hit that sweet one time for
Smoke-D locked down in that pen
I'm blowin out the window
You know I'm rollin glass
I'm bumpin that Screw, that t-a-t
That boy actin a ass
Cause down in Texas nigga
We got our own stars
We got the baddest bitches and
We roll the freshest cars
I flip to New Orleans Bayou
Classic I'm on the scene
Got dressed at Rubensteins I step
Out that bitch so clean
I poured out some liquor on the
Street for that fool Todd
He was a trill ass nigga
Never came at me fraud
Man I was talkin to Playa
G just the other night
He told me about this nigga that
Was talkin about me shife
Fool nigga this UGK Bun and
C we run the streets
And tell your bitch ass brother he
Can't fuck with my beats
So if you wanna be bangin nigga
The good shit don't come cheap
I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a G
Cause fool this ain't no game
Nigga all about my change
I'm comin baby Fleetwood swangin
On them thangs
I gotta come down i gotta stay real
I gotta break them boys off bumper and grill
Now tell me what it's all about in the south
Big gold grill in you mouth
Much leather inside yo car, on yo back
In yo house sit in a nigga's ride the
Seats feel like a couch big keys in my pouch
Bitch if it hurt say ouch
Now if I look like a south don't try to cap
You know a nigga like me be ridin dirty
With big dope up in his lap
Oh, but when I'm shinin bitch I'm blazin
Hoes shrivlin up like raisins talkin
Bout it so amazin
How big Bun be rollin through Texas with
Sexy hoes keepin they wig done
Bustas bite the big one
From dis to dip this swisher houses
Let's flip from that maker maker to
That after hours on Scott
They always drinkin trip mixed with
Crush 75 or 4
Make a nigga wanna fuss, but I can't
Cause I need the rush of
Codeine so I can lean i prop a pill
Cause I'm trill to the bone
Crushin with that crome chorus
What's up bruh this NO joe representin gumbo
Funk in you trunk that got yo ears
Wide open like you dumb ho
I'm livin larger than most a
Coast to coast slipper
That ice-bowl sipper that's never known
To be a set tripper
Too many diamonds for you to
Try to look at directly
Haters don't check me they respect me
A pistol packin, no shank, shiny grill
Full tank
Checkin out these bustas thinkin they
Real when they ain't
Y'all call me mister foreign
I'm comin down at navy porscha
Either way I'mma be a highway scorcher
Blunt torcher i'm catchin out doin 120 on
The tallway the whole way
Turnin the corners that I once hung out
I got the boppers strung out
Walkin around with they tounge out
Naw, I stay behind the wheel grinnin
Burnin 500 dollar rubber
5000 dollar rim spinnin
So when I come through you
Feel the slab just bump
Them niggas sippin syrup and them
Bitches on that gin
Man hit that sweet one time for
Smoke-D locked down in that pen
I'm blowin out the window
You know I'm rollin glass
I'm bumpin that Screw, that t-a-t
That boy actin a ass
Cause down in Texas nigga
We got our own stars
We got the baddest bitches and
We roll the freshest cars
I flip to New Orleans Bayou
Classic I'm on the scene
Got dressed at Rubensteins I step
Out that bitch so clean
I poured out some liquor on the
Street for that fool Todd
He was a trill ass nigga
Never came at me fraud
Man I was talkin to Playa
G just the other night
He told me about this nigga that
Was talkin about me shife
Fool nigga this UGK Bun and
C we run the streets
And tell your bitch ass brother he
Can't fuck with my beats
So if you wanna be bangin nigga
The good shit don't come cheap
I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a G
Cause fool this ain't no game
Nigga all about my change
I'm comin baby Fleetwood swangin
On them thangs
I gotta come down i gotta stay real
I gotta break them boys off bumper and grill
Now tell me what it's all about in the south
Big gold grill in you mouth
Much leather inside yo car, on yo back
In yo house sit in a nigga's ride the
Seats feel like a couch big keys in my pouch
Bitch if it hurt say ouch
Now if I look like a south don't try to cap
You know a nigga like me be ridin dirty
With big dope up in his lap
Oh, but when I'm shinin bitch I'm blazin
Hoes shrivlin up like raisins talkin
Bout it so amazin
How big Bun be rollin through Texas with
Sexy hoes keepin they wig done
Bustas bite the big one
From dis to dip this swisher houses
Let's flip from that maker maker to
That after hours on Scott
They always drinkin trip mixed with
Crush 75 or 4
Make a nigga wanna fuss, but I can't
Cause I need the rush of
Codeine so I can lean i prop a pill
Cause I'm trill to the bone
Crushin with that crome chorus
What's up bruh this NO joe representin gumbo
Funk in you trunk that got yo ears
Wide open like you dumb ho
I'm livin larger than most a
Coast to coast slipper
That ice-bowl sipper that's never known
To be a set tripper
Too many diamonds for you to
Try to look at directly
Haters don't check me they respect me
A pistol packin, no shank, shiny grill
Full tank
Checkin out these bustas thinkin they
Real when they ain't
Y'all call me mister foreign
I'm comin down at navy porscha
Either way I'mma be a highway scorcher
Blunt torcher i'm catchin out doin 120 on
The tallway the whole way
Turnin the corners that I once hung out
I got the boppers strung out
Walkin around with they tounge out
Naw, I stay behind the wheel grinnin
Burnin 500 dollar rubber
5000 dollar rim spinnin