[Verse 1: Bun B]
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Man, I been feelin' caged in
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They try to stop us shackled us and dropped us
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Tacklers, sackers, no propers, just smack us
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Floppers, pro-tractors, ho-hoppers attack us
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Broke crackers, no actors just coppers with choppers
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With random and ?ricos? With cameras and peep holes
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Can't stand us, we chose the scandalous, who planned this your people?
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Fuck that you hero bucked at by weavels, and muskrats to seagulls
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Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles
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Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks now we go to peep holes
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Moving stars required, (?) nevermind my appearance
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Leave your insurance for your clearance
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Bitch, I roll for gun for endurance not a gimmick, nigga this ain't "Mommy Dearest"
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A lot a said and clearing the closest and the freshest
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This is that underground shit from Port Arson, Texas
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[Chorus: Bun B]
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I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
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I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
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Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga
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I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
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I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
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Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga what?
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[Verse 2: Pimp C]
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I'm a big body flipper, syrup sipper
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I keep two bitches so they call me Jack Tripper
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Three years coming it, four as a rider
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Only room for one dick bitch when I'm knocking you down
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Got that dope by the pound, red jag on the ground
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You can hear when I'm comin because I'm bangin' surround
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And I'm getting my paper, so bitch fuck what you heard
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My niggas ready to hit it they just wait for the word
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Sell pipes and birds, water and herb, but not on the corner because my ho self-serve
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When I'm ridin' the city, my car might swerve
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My vision be blurred but I don't hit the curb
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I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone
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Everything I ride on wood and chrome
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Ever since "Big Pimpin" I've been seeing the clones
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Now everybody on they videos doing a sweet Jones
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Bun B]
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We runnin' through this rap game in break-neck speed, break-neck speed
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Blocks like begs please your lex keys
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Your checks freeze, your bank account shut down over seas
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And both of these and toke of these while blowin' trees with cloves of G's
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Move over please, make room for elbows we sell folks we sell those
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Felons in jail clothes, it get sticky like Velcro, gently rub her semen
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Women get tied up in scotch tape, now watch fate take it up a notch
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Wait, a hot date? baddies boppin under the sun, get blunted with Bun
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This summer we shun all inhibitions
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No wonder we gunnin, now watch a stunner become a livin' landmark
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Hands spark like (?) leave your plans dark
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Mercury, glistening fuck who dissing it
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Diss me, can't miss me just can't relate bitch, this my history date
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No driven for this we wait, to determine 'till eternally burning
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Quote my destiny, child you're learning it?
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[Chorus]
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PA Nigga
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UGK |