Ugk - Gravy lyrics

Uhhhhhhhh ~!

If you know like I know you would get down on the flo'

I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of 'dro

We can get down for my dime and we can fuck, on the low

And if you didn't want a Pimp then what'cha fuckin with me fo'?

Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch

It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit

Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks

Ride with me she holdin a pistol while I'm whippin and poppin the trunk

We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread

And we ain't never gon' have no problems 'long as she hear what the fuck I said

Pimpin ain't dead it just moved to the website

Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights

I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin by the code

In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode

I'm lookin at you you choosin me my dickhead never stop

I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top

I'm stayin true, I'm out here whippin my Mercedes

Fuckin with the midnight ladies - the game is cold but it's gravy

I'm bangin Screwwww, my young girl lookin fine

We stayin out here on the grind - and keepin money on our mi-ii-iind

Well I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy

Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy

100%, real Bun B I represent

Trill with that gangster-ass persona so hard it can dent, steel

In the hood cause it needs me, and the corner it feeds me

So I eat all I want, my reputation procedes me

If you grimy or greasy, then your best step be easy

Cause that forty-feezy, leave you leakin fo' sheezy

Trigger fingers I squeeze see, and the cannons is bust

Them bullets blow by you breezy, like a midsummer gust

It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome

You be leakin out plasma and puss, and your mouth'll fill up with foam

So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man

Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?

Gotta play the hand that you're dealt, that's until it's yo' turn to deal

Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel

I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the SOOOOOOOOOUTH

This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's ABOOOOOOOOUT

Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow

In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up don't stop don't pause

Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A. fuck the law

I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flatbackers I'm a Cadillac'er

On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker

Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her

From the land of cheap work and steady licks

With pounds of 'dro and Impala bricks

We grind to eat, and eat to live

This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

With 36 hoes to the ki', and ten kilos grams in the sack

And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's one point five mill' worth of crack

It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow, the King Committee is now in session

Today's agenda, get that dough cause the clock is tickin, time is pressin

No second guessin, make your mind up, step your grind up and get that pay

Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast if you wanna roll with that UGK