- UGK Tough Guy 歌詞
- OutKast UGK
- Everybody 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
***** 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 *****s 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
*****s 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
You wanna blast me, get sassy, say negative things about OutKast G
Riding all on a ***** ****, 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 mother****ing 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 *****, he ain't bucking, he just yapping, yea
Everybody 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
***** just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
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 *****s go one and bad ass ******* be boning ya
I'm warning you, *****s i'll fill the middle of your moany
And make yo broad lick her pony up, its that platinum shit
Called zonia, tell Tommy blow me up
I ain' t Mariah, ***** I'm the messiah can't no mother****er show me up
UGK a set *****, throw me up
**** catching a case *****, I'll lace you and your homie 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 *****s getting shattered or shot
Splattered for props, man you should'nt've left your gat at your spot
Everybody 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
***** just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
Pimp C ***** I'm a country star
I got a country mansion and a country car
I got a country *****, I made a country son
I got some country ****, I keep a country gun
I don't **** with nobody in this shit but Bun
So if you pay me a mil, you gotta give that ***** one
**** boys talk shit, but them ** *** *****s know
And UGK run the streets and we put **** 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
******* who ready to go, say you moving to slow
If you wasn't bout sucking it, what you ****ing with me for
The quarters in the side in case you didn't know
I'm Sweet Jones ***** and I'm an old school pro, pro, pro
Everybody 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
***** just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
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
Mother****ing 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
Everybody 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
***** just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
Everybody 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
***** just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
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