Trill A** Ni**a-UGK

作曲 : Bismark, Bun B, Henderson [Bun B] Bone hard n***a, hoes be runnin from the scene Cause I'm out to demean, count the green and throw that jim in the in-between Now Bun B moves slick Cause I tell all the n***az to get they gats and tell the hoes to get this dick Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block They scopin the corner, motherf**kers I warn ya Too many n***az tried to get these fiends You brothers better cut some f**kin ? on this scene Cause cluckers don't go for small d**e You fin' to lose when d**efiends cut ya f**kin throat You see my s**t is legit, so it's on Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that B***h to get gone Because my face don't need to be on the street See I put out my d**e, get my cash, then I'm tearin ass I'm in and out quick as day Might drop a hundred or two, but I won't miss it anyway Because as long as the majority of s**t gets fat I'm cool to give myself a little slack See I've been doin this too damn long to short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs I got a thirty-five square block cut Down to take your money, d**e, your hoe and your nut Big d**e big rhymes big dick big attitude Man I'm down with Big Tyme, and I'm a trill ass n***a! (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) [Bun B] You claim you got much d**e, and you got much backup But you ain't got JACK s**t to make this n***a slack up So if you wanna buck buck up B***h and let me black that eye Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye Now if you're down act like it B***h Step in that grass, I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' B***h ass And buffin ain't a good ass plan You get smacked the f**k up, now unball them f**kin hands You see you need to be true to yourself Cause if you'll front, your ass'll be on my shelf And trill ass n***az they love to blast But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' motherf**kin ass And you ain't never been s**t to your hood Your ass shoulda listened when I told you "Something Good" But right about now I ain't sayin a damn thang If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring And bring on your boys, I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one Hands flyin like bullets from a gun I'm steady whoopin that ass ho n***a by n***a out the window, you better watch that glass ho Stepped to Bun B, and you thought I was a punk Now you B***h-asses half dead in my trunk You fronted big man and then went out like a ho n***a kiss that motherf**kin flo', cause I'm a trill ass n***a (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) [Bun B] I'm just a trill ass n***a walkin down the street It's Bun B B***h, the n***a you and your girlfriends wanna meet My nuts hang to the road So buck up and get f**ked up by the Big Tyme motherload You better watch that ass when you roll Ease up on U.G.K. you gotta pay the f**kin toll And we ain't hearin that ying-yang You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged Yeah Bun B'll talk s**t But if you think I can't back it up n***az, try and make a f**kin hit Pimp C'll slam you to the peel You're layin on the ground, aiyyo Burt, kick him and his f**kin reel The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon And we down to let the gat go boom So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up before we make you n***az s**t in your drawers The life of the trill n***az ain't no joke Cause we down to go for motherf**kin broke So watch out for the n***az in the khakis The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don't jack G Because the dicks hang low, to any two-bit ho And I'm about to get some s**t on my toes And I'ma keep on doin it Clyde The c*****e's in the back of the ride of a trill ass n***a (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a!) (Trill ass n***a! Trill trill ass n***a! .. [fades])