|
[Kurious]
|
Kurious sparks the buddha, shit act like you knew the
|
The game fuck the fame shit is lame rather do the
|
bump bumpety bump with a stuntety stunt
|
Don't forget my name bitch, I got what you want
|
Can't front on the man known to say "Yea yea"
|
It's the Puerto Rican wonder motherfucker don't stare
|
If you're vision's 20/20 best believe
|
I got plenty for that ass -- ha ha, you know the steelo
|
Kilos ain't flipped so my ass is broke
|
Catch me on two-five, steamin the choke
|
Like the sauna word is bond I, step to a hoochie
|
That's the word for it, try to kick it honey diss me
|
I ignore it, sorta like the water is dense
|
Bitch think a nigga's rich, it don't make sense
|
Little brother The Omen hit up some shit that's fit
|
Represent for the peeps on some Uptown Shit
|
|
Chorus: repeat 2X
|
|
Yo it's the Uptown Shit - it's the Uptown Shit
|
Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit
|
Yo it's the Uptown Shit - it's the Uptown Shit
|
Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit
|
|
[The Omen]
|
Yeah! Skull snaps now I'm the pimp
|
Comin straight, it's The Omen with that Uptown Shit
|
Stride's kinda humble, stays cool with the strut
|
Graze a big butt, I step back, then I nut
|
Damn! I wish I got her but fuck the bitch
|
I flip with a twitch, pulls a nigga that's rich
|
So, I steps cool, acts like I know
|
Step to the block and join in some cee-lo
|
I roll 6-6-6 with the tricks cause it's fixed
|
Your head is banged so I got you in the mix
|
I spit the pul-like-a-pit
|
Now I'm leavin you.. on some Uptown Shit
|
|
[Kadi]
|
Ha ha, check me out as the third introduct
|
Niggaz talkin the lip, but I don't give a fuck
|
It's the Uptown Shit, where honies shake their hips
|
And the fellas try to dip, in the Miracle Whip
|
One time it's the Rican with the low haircut
|
With the bitches that fuck, then swallow the nut
|
Straight facts from a cat who will give you the scoop
|
I be Knockin more Boots than that H-Town group
|
So give me mine Poppa Duka when I race your Koopa Troopa
|
in a, Mario Kart, niggaz dread me from the start
|
Don't fuck around kid if you ain't prepared
|
Cause a nigga whose scared, is a nigga who ain't there!
|
|
Chorus
|
|
[Kurious]
|
Check it out
|
There it is, hear the sound, got a blunt, bust me down
|
Forty-five, no St. Ide's, it's the wines that I dine
|
Chickenhead shit is dead, you're gettin me fed
|
Slide up the block I hear, "WHATTUP KID?"
|
Yeah yeah, Kurious, save the mess for the rest
|
Known for takin buddha sess, straight to the chest
|
Slide to the rucka every week's the same
|
Strictly checkin for ass, motherfuck the game
|
Pysch, I sneak a peak at my main man Tone
|
Only bitches I sweat, is the bitches that bone
|
Puffin on a loose bitch exhale fast
|
I throw my dick in your mouth
|
Have you blowin rings out your fuckin ass..
|
.. til it's time to quit
|
Whattup to Big Trey on some Uptown Shit
|
|
Chorus w/ variations
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Uptown Shit
|
Kurious |