Artist：ugk

Songs Title：tell me how ya feel

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN Ladies and gentlemen

You are now tuned in to the very best （the very best）

This is a Jazze Phizzle produc-shizzle

U G K Pimp C （Sweet Jones） Bun B

I'm out here grippin on the wood sittin on the leather

Keep the gold diggin b**ches tryin to keep they sh*t together

Swangin through yo' hoods diamonds on the wheel

When you see a pimp shinin b**ch tell me how you feel

I call my motherf**kin swangers on the slab money on my mind （miiiind）

Twenty-fo' seven I'm out here on the grind （grind）

Wanna jack that way to heaven got somethin for ya spine （spine）

Put ya on the sh*t bad if you really wanna try （try）

I done been to hell and back they call me T B C （T B C ）

Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's （V's）

Two in the sun visor two in the headrest （rest）

When jumpin out to dash two hundred thousand on my chest （chest）

Hangin 'round my neck （neck） blindin you *z （*z）

I ain't cappin I'm just tellin you what's hap'nin

Some *z 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 （man）

Cause I'm a stand up in her and sin her cause she a winner （winner）

I'm Sweet Jones b**ch 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 （grind）

The product of the product and the cousin of crime

So get that f**k up out your mind （mind） I'm born to this life （life）

And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife

So all you triflin-a** stiflin-a** mud-stuck f**k boys

Gettin bound to borin you sh*t 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 （WHAT ） while you *z lyin

Touchin us you *z dyin kill you hoes just for tryin

Death befo' dishonor （dishonor） you never see me testifyin

Standin on the stand grab a workout in the yard

Trill *z never fraud you can put that on the Lord

Goin hard ask the hardest ni**a you know in the street

I'm the last ni**a that that ni**a wanna meet

Ain't no need to exaggerate I just tell it like it is

So get the f**k 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 （'gether） what the f**k would you see

U G K ni**a I'm fresher than a cashmere sweater （sweater）

When it come to keepin it trill nobody do it better

Ain't no candy paint wetter （wetter） no 24's classier

No leather seats softer （softer） no other brothers classier

And you could never pass me up so slow your roll mayne （okay）

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 ni**a that's no doubt

We can jump or pop it out

I ain't Jeezy don't swap it out

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