tell me how ya feel

ladies and gentlemen~! ladies and gentlemen!

you are now tuned in to the very best

this

is a jazze phizzle

produc-shizzle

u.g.k. pimp c bun b!

i'm out here grippin on the wood

sittin on the leather

keep the gold diggin bitches tryin to keep they shit together

swangin through yo' hoods

diamonds on the wheel

when you see a pimp shinin bitch

tell me how you feel

i call my motherfuckin swangers on the slab

money on my mind

twenty-fo' seven i'm out here on the grind

wanna jack

that way to heaven

got somethin for ya spine

put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try

i done been to hell and back

they call me t.b.c. now everythang that i drive got at least five tv's

two in the sun visor

two in the headrest

when jumpin out to dash

two hundred thousand on my chest

hangin 'round my neck blindin you niggaz

i ain't cappin

i'm just tellin you what's hap'nin

some niggaz be winnin

and some be steady losin

touchin down

women they stayin

they steady chosin

tired of feelin bashed and mashed and want some cash

you only live once

she fin' to cheat on her man

cause i'm a stand up in her and sin her cause she a winner

i'm sweet jones bitch and i'm pimpin

y'all some beginners

yeah

swangin on vogues. yeah

well i'm the son of the struggle

the godchild of the grind

the product of the product

and the cousin of crime

so get that fuck up out your mind i'm born to this life

and my work is the only woman i'll ever make my wife

so all you triflin-ass

stiflin-ass

mud-stuck

fuck boys

gettin bound to borin

you shit out of luck boys

the kingz is back in the buildin

just in the knick of time

and we fin' to do it to it partner while you niggaz lyin

touchin us you niggaz dyin

kill you hoes

just for tryin

death befo' dishonor you never see me testifyin

standin on the stand

grab a workout in the yard

trill niggaz never fraud

you can put that on the lord

goin hard

ask the hardest nigga you know in the street

i'm the last nigga that

that nigga wanna meet

ain't no need to exaggerate

i just tell it like it is

so get the fuck up out my way

bun beeda handlin biz

on my sheeit

well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a g

and you put 'em both together what the fuck would you see

u.g.k. nigga

i'm fresher than a cashmere sweater

when it come to keepin it trill

nobody do it better

ain't no candy paint wetter no 24's classier

no leather seats softer no other brothers classier

and you could never pass me up

so slow your roll mayne

recognize the real when pimp and bun in control mayne

ungggh! i got a candy cup

sittin on buck

two-hundred thousand when i roll up

year ago

i was on lock

now i'm out here

droppin them tops

48 months

i was gone

barely got back

it's still on

i know y'all hate to see the pimp free

all y'all all can eat a big d

i see the kingz winnin

thought it was over

it's the beginnin

underground we run the south

diss me i'm a bust your mouth

i don't run i come to your house

you gon' lose

nigga that's no doubt

we can jump or pop it out

i ain't jeezy don't swap it out

knahmtalkinbout!