Artist: UGK f/ Scarface Album: Underground Kingz Song: Still Ridin' Dirty Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Bun B] Look me in my eyes playa, tell me what you see If you man enough to face it, a muthafuckin G If you man enough to say it, the muthafuckin one One that none wanna play wit, muthafuckin Bun Many have come and most would go, yet he remains as most would know (most would know) Came in with less than the ones befo' him A Sweet full of 'dro, (and what?) a cup of Pro-M (huh!) Muthafuckas would act like they ain't know him His mentality was, "Fuck that, I'll show them" Made men mad or not, rich men getting scared Trill 'til I D-I-E, I didn't care Ridin on fo' bald tires wit no spare No nuts, no glory and I'm ready to go there And I cain't... [Chorus: Scarface] I cain't explain the way I feel When I'm behind the wheeeels.. (Still ridin dirty) Ohh....ohh....ohh..... ...I'm still ridin dirty "Peep this game here, nigga I'm not no pimp. I pimped fifteen years ago. Nigga, I got DEGREES in playa..and pimpin on niggaz hoes, err'y nigga get in my face, I'll play on 'em. You up, nigga?" [Pimp C] Look me in my eyes nigga, tell me how you feel When you see the Pimp, he shinin and grippin on the wheel When you see the boy, he grindin, ain't nothin here for free It's the one ya love to hate, call him Young Pimp C (Pimp C) Niggaz done tried, I'll bust they side You can run up on my ride, I'ma look at your mind (look at your mind) on the concrete, cauliflower on the street Make ya jelly jump, ain't no need for this shit punk Muthafuckas be playin like they cain't get killed Fuck what ya representin, fuck how you feel Hoe niggaz eat a dick, blow you can get a brick Twelve by, pourin lye, Lamborghini wit the stick Ridin up, ten wit ten, rooks and a half-breed Tryna get to P.A. and the law just passed me And I cain't... [Chorus] "You in the WAY man on some real PLAYAS. Stompin on them lil' Navigators and carryin on man. Gettin trucks under the year and puttin spinners on it YA FAKIN!!! CHURCH!" [Bun B] I live off truth, you live off lies So when yo shit falls short, don't even be surprised at all You go opinions and I got facts So when yo shit don't add up, don't fix yo face to ask at all You do what you can, I do what I feel (do what I feel) And that there in ITSELF the definition of trill You live by the gun, you die by the slugs mayne You live off of fiends, you'll die behind drugs mayne Them mean mugs hides tears and pains And I cain't feel your frustration, so please refrain You ain't got nothin to gain, from playin around and I ain't got nothin to lose, in layin you down I made a promise to make it home for the kids and the wife (What that mean?) I didn't come to kill but I will leave with yo' life, and I cain't... [Chorus] [Pimp C] All I see is muthafuckin law gallow, hot the pen and then I swole Never be a stupid ass, I never hit the pen no mo' Them hoes gave me eight 'ak, nigga had ta pull half It almost killed my mama when the feds bought the drama The IRS say I owe 'em nine milli-on Took all the paper from my wife and my children Hold my mama shit, my grandmamma and daddy too Now tell me what the FUCK was I supposed to do? No money on my books but I got my game Had a young guard picture smother me in some cocaine in her pussy, I'm jackin off smellin plastic Slangin powder in the pen, shit drastic It's money in this bitch, I send it all home Locker full of food, big hygiene and a cell phone, BITCH Knalmtalkinbout? And I made it home muthafucka.. [Pimp C - Outro] All you funky-ass bitches out there.. Picture me rollin like 'Pac, BITCH Knalmtalkinbout? (Knalmtalkinbout?)Ridin' DIRTY (Ridin dirty) Original Ridin' Dirty, nigga! Hold up.. Nigga you know who made up this shit! "You fake these girls out, you take 'em around these hotels, understand me? Push that lil' bitty funky weed on 'em, ya dig what I mean? Scare 'em to death, and a REAL playa that got penthouses and homes and.. And and-and-and big D, DTS, Northstars and Benzes and stuff Ya understand me? You have the game so mixed up The broad don't even wanna do what she S'POSED to do, get some MONEY! You need to step off, take ya tennis shoes somewhere and your sweatsuits and ya Kobe Bryant outfit, and go JOIN the Lakers, square! Pussy free, prol'ly leave it out knowin that's the CHURCH (Teddy want some tittes) Three, fo' titties and you HEARD dat!"