UGK
Playaz From The South
Featuring master p, silkk
(u.g.k)
ya, hahaha...well i been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a tru 11 goddamn fool. i came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'
for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass
whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, i gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? i put it down, keep puttin it down, so i advice hoes to
not fuck around, it's that underground. bitch you couldn't cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. cuz we all
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, i'm fo sure that
these g'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. it's silkk,
master p, & u.g.k front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
Chorus:
playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight
on that white with that candy on them gold d'z (x4)
(master p)
foolz hate tha p cuz i'm bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & i'm rowdy. ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin' shit, i'm bad like j'sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz i aaint shrive placin'. y'all niggaz
gone off that fried black. i had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. i got them thinkin, killin them keyz, i'm
fuckin them devil done deeds, i'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make
this dope into quarter keyz. ask me where i'm from, new orleans
{new orleans} where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'
slangin' that iceberg & plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}
don't know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.
eliminate niggaz like kelgon{kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin'
band i'd be a baraton{baraton}. c tha p is from that muthafuckin'
calliope{calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth
don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata
wata{wata wata}. we bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, i won't
stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.
Chorus
(silkk)
1-2-3, you know silkk a g (a g) all about
that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. i'm in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. i'm
from that 3rd ward (uptown) in other words i run this shit iight,
chill. for them niggaz that boast, i'll be like blast 'em (blast em)
watch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, i think not,
cuz i be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut i be sayin', but y'all
i aint never gonna die, so when u.g.k, master p, & i be down south
hustlin', i wasn't surprised. cuz i be tha man ta stand, i'm
bound ta make a mil. whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but
y'all bitches will. believe me, i got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch i'm out (fading)
*chorus*
(pimp c)
now do you blame me? a sweet for every
bitch that i fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. i'm pimp c bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz
tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch i be gettin' bacon. would
it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. cuz i be comin' down,
cuz my heart be tru, i'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? i lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.
i represent my shit, cuz nigga i can't be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'
pocket full of stones. a drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't
heard of us. nigga, i live for tha bush, i live for tha crush,
i'm down with rich & royal muthafuckin' flush, whut?? ya,
tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?
*chorus*
*pimp c in background talkin*
(feat. Master P, Silkk the Shocker)
Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha
[Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin' got damn fool
I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet
Now pass that sweet & get back
Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that shit at
Click clack that's that pistol
Bullets cuttin' wind make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it's yo dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down,
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn't cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family to handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on
I'm so fo' sure
That these G's goin' fo', fo' and blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know
[Hook x4: Master P]
Playas from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that candy on them gold D's
[Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I'm bout it (Bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other niggas
Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo' niggas in the game then a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's
Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin' (Ballin')
Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin' band I'd be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope (Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a fuck about a ho (Ho)
And niggas stuntin' on that water, water
You know we bout it, bout it
Don't give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin' tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop til them motherfuckin' Saints go marchin' in
[Hook x4]
[Silkk the Shocker]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin' mail (Mail)
Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don't fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come
I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea'
For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga
Uh, I think not
Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when U.G.K Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
Cause I'ma be the man to stand, I'm bound to make a mill
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard
But y'all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And bitch I'm out
[Hook x4]
[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four eightteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front
Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'
Niggas tryin' to get the cheese
But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud
Because ya like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
Cause I be comin' down, nigga my heart be true
I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw
Nigga what's up with you
I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin' though
I represent my shit cause nigga I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin'
That we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth
Just in case you bitches ain't heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I'm down with drinkin' Royal and the motherfuckin' Plush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what's up
[Hook x4]
[Pimp C talking]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know niggas be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you
Comin' down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy ha ha
(u.g.k)
ya, hahaha...well i been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a tru 11 goddamn fool. i came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'
for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass
whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, i gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? i put it down, keep puttin it down, so i advice hoes to
not fuck around, it's that underground. bitch you couldn't cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. cuz we all
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, i'm fo sure that
these g'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. it's silkk,
master p, & u.g.k front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
Chorus:
playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight
on that white with that candy on them gold d'z (x4)
(master p)
foolz hate tha p cuz i'm bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & i'm rowdy. ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin' shit, i'm bad like j'sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz i aaint shrive placin'. y'all niggaz
gone off that fried black. i had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. i got them thinkin, killin them keyz, i'm
fuckin them devil done deeds, i'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make
this dope into quarter keyz. ask me where i'm from, new orleans
{new orleans} where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'
slangin' that iceberg & plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}
don't know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.
eliminate niggaz like kelgon{kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin'
band i'd be a baraton{baraton}. c tha p is from that muthafuckin'
calliope{calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth
don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata
wata{wata wata}. we bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, i won't
stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.
Chorus
(silkk)
1-2-3, you know silkk a g (a g) all about
that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. i'm in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. i'm
from that 3rd ward (uptown) in other words i run this shit iight,
chill. for them niggaz that boast, i'll be like blast 'em (blast em)
watch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, i think not,
cuz i be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut i be sayin', but y'all
i aint never gonna die, so when u.g.k, master p, & i be down south
hustlin', i wasn't surprised. cuz i be tha man ta stand, i'm
bound ta make a mil. whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but
y'all bitches will. believe me, i got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch i'm out (fading)
*chorus*
(pimp c)
now do you blame me? a sweet for every
bitch that i fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. i'm pimp c bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz
tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch i be gettin' bacon. would
it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. cuz i be comin' down,
cuz my heart be tru, i'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? i lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.
i represent my shit, cuz nigga i can't be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'
pocket full of stones. a drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't
heard of us. nigga, i live for tha bush, i live for tha crush,
i'm down with rich & royal muthafuckin' flush, whut?? ya,
tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?
*chorus*
*pimp c in background talkin*
(feat. Master P, Silkk the Shocker)
Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha
[Bun B]
Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin' got damn fool
I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet
Now pass that sweet & get back
Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that shit at
Click clack that's that pistol
Bullets cuttin' wind make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it's yo dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down,
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn't cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family to handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on
I'm so fo' sure
That these G's goin' fo', fo' and blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K
Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know
[Hook x4: Master P]
Playas from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that candy on them gold D's
[Master P]
Fools hate the P cause I'm bout it (Bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other niggas
Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo' niggas in the game then a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's
Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin' (Ballin')
Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin' band I'd be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope (Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a fuck about a ho (Ho)
And niggas stuntin' on that water, water
You know we bout it, bout it
Don't give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin' tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop til them motherfuckin' Saints go marchin' in
[Hook x4]
[Silkk the Shocker]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin' mail (Mail)
Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don't fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come
I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea'
For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga
Uh, I think not
Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when U.G.K Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
Cause I'ma be the man to stand, I'm bound to make a mill
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard
But y'all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three, four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And bitch I'm out
[Hook x4]
[Pimp C]
Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four eightteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front
Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'
Niggas tryin' to get the cheese
But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud
Because ya like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look
Cause I be comin' down, nigga my heart be true
I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw
Nigga what's up with you
I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin' though
I represent my shit cause nigga I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin'
That we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth
Just in case you bitches ain't heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I'm down with drinkin' Royal and the motherfuckin' Plush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what's up
[Hook x4]
[Pimp C talking]
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know niggas be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you
Comin' down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy ha ha