U.N.L.V.

U.N.L.V. - UNLV Style lyrics

[Lil' Ya]

It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop

Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger

It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop

Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger

Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is everybody

Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

[Tec-9]

You got to know how to roll, you got to know what to do

You got to make them stanky hoes pop that pussy for you

Cuz every time I throw down Uptown, the people gather round

To them bitches on the side they keep jockin' my sound

That's how it is, that's how it goes

To them nigga's on the side they ain't nothin' but hoes

I keep makin' 'em think I business but I'm still comin' at'cha

Take it to Slim, and wrestle ya I'm a have to pimp slap ya

[Chorus: Tec-9]

Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

Why is everybody

Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

[Yella Boy]

When I thinkin' of a motherfucker right I'm gettin' pissed

Talkin' about the Dissy Dance how they had that bitch

Who I'm talkin' to, yes you not the Allah Hand's

Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels

Nigga get yo mind right, or get beat up

You better be yo fuckin' self, before ya

Find yo self stumped

[Chorus: Yella Boy and Lil' Ya]

Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

Why is everybody

Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

[Lil' Ya]

How can I kick it off, or should I kick the new shit or

Maybe I can talk about a another bitch always

Suckin' a nigga dick, well I'm a kick it like this

Cuz I'm kinda mad, that make us feel like

We a king so I'm kinda glad

You know them nigga's that be bitin' another

Nigga shit you ain't respectin' bitch so get yo own shit

The capital Y-A is from the Three U.N.L.V.

This some shit that you bit from me

Toss a dog bitch to yo motherfuckin' boy

I orginated that, cuz I'm the real McCoy

I say a doggin' doggin' doggin' hoe

You got it from me I'm from the Third Ward nigga and

I love to "G" you's a stupid motherfucker cuz you jockin'

My style I got to send a fuckin' shout out to my boy Juvenile

You's a stupid bitch, cuz you not one of the fella's

Every thing you say you got it from Tec, Ya, Yella

[Chorus: Tec-9]

[Tec-9]

Wusup nigga, why ya wanna still my rhymes

Cuz you know fuckin' well there's only one Tec-9

I'm kickin' it loud, so fuck the job, I make 'em clap to this

Play yo self for a beatin' cuz I'm gettin' pissed

I say ya shakin' it washin' it dizzy

It ain't about that, you got to know how to keep

Yo pocket's fat

[Chorus: Tec-9 and Lil' Ya]

[Yella Boy]

You bitin' and you snipin' and I don't like that

Keep sweatin' my style and I'm a go get my gat

For all you rappin' ass nigga's talkin' bout the

Trues and Bauds I got my nigga Tec-9

Kickin' it and shakin' it bout them hoes

Bitch stop talkin' that shit

Cuz my boy Lil' Ya talkin' shit about another bitch

The Eddie Eddie Bow Dance you got it from me

I'm from the Third Ward sucker's that 1-2-3

[Chorus: Yella Boy and Lil' Ya]

[Lil' Ya]

I'm takin' a bitch to the Roshambeau

Then to the Sugar Bowl, doin' a show

Makin' the whole crowd roar

Ya see my name is Lil' Ya and I'm down for my crown

I hope you know that the "U" is for Uptown

My boy Tee is the type, that love's to pull the trigger

I hope you know that the motherfuckin' "N" is for Nigga's

My boy Gary love to fight, he not down with killin'

I hope you know the motherfuckin' "L" is for Livin'

Tec is kickin' a kickin' kickin' it so you know he not stylin'

I hope you know that motherfuckin' "V" is for Violent

My boy Moe is in the house, you know I can't forget

Hey Shaw, peep the gat and always reach yo dick

I gotta holla at some real old gee's

My nigga Baby and Slim and my motherfuckin' boy Shorty

[Chorus: Yella Boy]

[Yella Boy]

As I grew up to leaches on a lurk

But a nigga heard was shit while I was doin' them a drink

I remember the next night, I should because it was long

I got loaded of that Gin, I looked around and heard my song

A nigga be sweatin' but I got to learn to let it

I'm the one gettin' paid them sucker's still try'na get it

[Chorus x2: Lil' Ya]

{Lil' Ya}

It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop

Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger

It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop

Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger

Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is is everybody

Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

[x5]

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