4BM but then we ended with two That?s when we introduced the world to the U To the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd Pimp C and Bun B we kept it
Alright, alright It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle Bun B, UGK sho
a long journey getting' to this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!) But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz (Last shit
do is smoke weed and get bad, bitches If y'all mad at me for that, y'all niggas are bitches Undercover groupie niggas would ya stop and plead For the last
every Sunday he ain't going nowhere I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer 10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper
"They call me Superman..." "They call me Superman..." "Big Shaq, where you at?" "They call me Superman..." "Big Shaq, where you at?" [Shaquille O'Neal
, nigga like running Roulette The game is strip poker, is you ready to play? Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay Put your money and your jewels up one at
at that the speaker's quakin and i aint fakin like half the rappers in da nation so many trees look at the leaves that i be rakin and like inflation
, dope like Cuba Got 'em jumpin' I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last
is what I mean, Ma Dukes is cookin' Collards Feelin' like [Incomprehensible] and matched up sticks Down with the King and we swing it on the mix Of a funky funky, B
that live in fuckin' big houses I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do but check it How you spell cash? C's an' some hash At last, a nigga kickin'
jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*} [King T] I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last
's on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock Before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and Its like king midas as I was told Young
the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up When I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked Smoking cheeba
fo' slugs face down in the mud Puddle full of blood left for dead The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs I meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical
You ain't know? Yeah, you did there it was, there it is Is that Coolio? No bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors and rappers
hittin the one times with a fake last thing Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic (chorus) I represent the hoodrats and the b
the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is "Is that Coolio?" Naw , let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors &