Underground Kingz
The Game Belongs to Me (Chopped and Screwed)
UGK
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
Man, I pull up in your city✦ and get my Bush on ("What is that?")
Lay down the competition,✦ take they cash crops, and get my push on (Ugh)
Moved✦ up to a Bentley✦ remote✦ from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market✦ on that Texas✦ tea
And we don't bar no 'plexes,✦ we way bigger✦ than other✦ men though
The diamond deuces✦ on tinted✦ windows, we in the wind, yo
Whichever way the wind blow, that's the corner✦ we bend, Joe
Don't know where you been, bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten-four, good, buddy,✦ my Styrofoam good and muddy✦
We block bleeders (What?), leaving your neighborhoods good and bloody✦
We gripping✦ that wood, lil' buddy✦ (Dam), sit back and scope it (Huh)
Pay attention,✦ the prince of pushing everything's 'bout to pump it
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Ugh! I done smashed up my Flying Spur it wasn't shit
I just parked✦ it in the grass and brought some brand new shit (Ugh)
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24s with the bump
I ain't trippin about✦ the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk
Skunk in my Swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fucking with that Smoke D, Bundy,✦ and that Vicious
UGK Records is an institution✦
Know a lot of niggas✦ living✦ off of prostitution✦
Pimping ain't dead, it just moved✦ to the web
Bitch ain't gotta✦ hit the track, ain't gotta✦ give no tricks no head
Ain't gotta✦ give no tricks no pussy,✦ just cameras and screens
Easiest money✦ you can get, it's the American Dream, biiitch!
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Man, I'm a middle finger✦ figure,✦ on a million-dollar mission✦
Popping like Orville Redenbacher, when I'm whipping✦ in the kitchen
Pitching yayo like Dontrelle Willis (What?), we the trillest
On the mound, I'm holdin✦ that whole South down, I know you feel us
We the realest walkin✦ the planet,✦ can't stand it
Pass away,✦ wanna✦ fight us, start to swinging, wanna✦ kill us
Blast away,✦ wanna✦ stab us
Get to sticking but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I bet you we coming✦ back a couple hundred brothers deep (Oh)
Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter,✦ we represented; cross us (Yep), we gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans (Huh), ain't nobody✦ better✦ than
Gonna✦ tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in, 'cause...
[Chorus: Pimp C]
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
I got Bobby✦ by the pound, Whitney✦ by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon,✦ bitch, the game belong✦ to me
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