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Откуда Port Arthur, Texas, USA
Жанры Hip-hop
Southern Hip-Hop
Годы 1987—2009
Лейблы Jive Records
UGK Records
См. также Jay-Z
Slim Thug
Dizzee Rascal
Outkast
Chamillionaire
Lil' Flip
DJ Screw
Ludacris
Lil' Keke
Three 6 Mafia
Too Short
8Ball & MJG
Talib Kweli
Scarface
Сайт Website
Бывшие участники
Bun B
Pimp C



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Super Tight... (30.08.1994)
30.08.1994
1.
2.
Underground
3.
It's Supposed To Bubble
4.
I Left It Wet For You
5.
6.
Pocket Full Of Stones, Pt. 2
7.
Front, Back And Side To Side
8.
Protect And Serve
9.
Stoned Junkee (feat. Mr. 3-2)
10.
Pussy Got Me Dizzy (feat. Mr. 3-2)
11.
Three Sixteens (feat. DJ DMD)
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[Pimp C]

It all started with a Pimp C, bitch
So what the fuck is up
Told em somethin good
Ease up my muthafuckin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthafucka there you go
I'ma bust em on yo ass if you don't ease up off me ho
Cause trill niggas don't carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with bulletholes
P.A. nigga, trill ass nigga,
How you figga you can buck me down nigga?
Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine
Instead of buying cars for a bitch named sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
before it come down to triggas
Shit, it's the return of the trill ass niggas

Bitch
It's the return of the trill ass niggas
Uh
It's the return of the trill ass niggas
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill ass niggas bitch

[Bun B]

Yea muthfuckas
I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool
A nigga named Bun, a nigga named Bun, no more sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter (Buck! Buck!)
Money tight glock, bustin them shots
when I break yo ass off somethin hot
Niggas steady catchin lead to the head, I never aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, niggas start passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a square
Put them hands on yo ass, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin chinese eyes
In this bitch here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill ass niggas


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Underground

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It's Supposed To Bubble

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I Left It Wet For You

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(feat. 3-2)

[Bun B]
A bad day for the niggaz in my click
I just got had a call from a bitch at the PA P.D. that's on my dick
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
And poes down the fuckin T-X had to show up
I got shit on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
Now, they got the muthafuckin feds to come and wrestle me
And throw my game in a suplex
They got my 2 best workers on secret and there's no rest
Word on the streets is that they're rollin
In Dynasties..I-ROCs...and Caravans and muthafuckas are swolen
Like paper stacks and a rubberband
Goin all out of tact on the local bird slaggin brothaman
And be servin as slow as fuck
Cause my niggaz are nervous
and if they even think they see five-o, they duck!
So now, instead of rollin thick, niggaz is happy with a frown
Cause, the motherfuckin feds in town

Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
I don't need no shit with these bitch-made
No more clownin in this town bro
No high-cappin in the clubs, I got to play them on a down-low
I took my tags off my buick and yall know I didn't love that
Rollin on some white balls and hubcaps
And even though I got long nails
No more French manicures bitch, YOU GOTS TO DO YOUR OWN NAILS!!
I told my niggaz to make sure that all their shit was tight
Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night
Tryin to run all kind of game
So, put y'all motherfuckin cars and yall cribs in yall momma's name
I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it
Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it
Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his face
If I catch a fuckin case -- when the feds in town

God damn, it's been two motherfuckin months
Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave!
That shit is funky like a black skunk
Fuck all this waitin man, it's time to get this motherfucker back up!
I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click
Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up
And told my boys, "If a nigga looks crazy, blasts his ass in the eye,
Don't give him a chance to identify!"
And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform you
If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon live to see your child be born
I'm blastin laws at random, cause I believe it's time to hand them
Close to the dopeman - God damn em
I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet
So, y'all hoes can't find me
Y'all better try to blind me
And remind me of the jail time
CAUSE IN MY YARD IS A BIG ASS - I GOT YALE SIGN!!!
It's time for TONY MONTANA stacks
I got niggaz on the corner holdin big ass bags and cans of crack
The land of Texas with that rock up
So, if y'all thinkin about checkin
My fools run in with your glock up
Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip
To my last love
Before you take me for my damn drugs
So, we can have it all night, fight
Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
when the feds in town


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Pocket Full Of Stones, Pt. 2

[Нет текста]

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Front, Back And Side To Side

[Нет текста]

. . .

Protect And Serve

[Нет текста]

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Stoned Junkee

[Нет текста]

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Pussy Got Me Dizzy

[Нет текста]

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(feat. DJ DMD)

[Bun B]
Whassup, muthafucka? Yeah it's the funk droppa, the punk stoppa
The trunk poppa ready to break y'all off somethin proper
You know I'm a villain, so why try?
Fuck a glock, I'm throwin a glock party, darin niggas to drive by
I came to smoke a son of a bitch that went for his but didn't pull it
Fast enough and got blasted up with a bullet
I'm snipin, I got you in my scope so what's the use of tryin to bail?
I'm ready to catch a case but not for yayo, for a murder, mayne
187 ways to rip ya spine out anytime you wanna test
Say you never heard of pain? Wait till I pull my nine out
And empty out a clip in yo chest cavity
Haven't we been known for takin it
To the sucka muthafuckas that was fakin it
Makin it known I gots my chrome in my ride
And I'm fried, P.A. worldwide from the west side, fool!
Yeeeah, I'm serious! And this is one of three sixteens!
Yeeeah, ya bastards! I'm serious, this is only one of three sixteens!
Straight up, I'm serious! That was only one of three sixteens!

[DJ DMD]
Now check this shit out, haha ...
It's DJ DMD, back with that funk flowin laaazy
Kinda craaazy, never letting niggas fade me
I'm a little fast on the trigga
Niggas I get my blast on nightly, you don't wanna fight me
Take yo ass on down the block, I keeps my shit cocked
So knock on wood cuz shit could get hot
On this spot, some niggas catchin lead shots
Cuz ain't no wipin off these red dots
Now try me if ya think I won't bust
Shots to ya dome will leave ya ass in the dust, nigga
Cuz ain't nobody droppin bigger hits
I'm makin tracks upon track upon tracks to make these niggas shit
And I'm down with some fa sho niggas
So tell me how you gon diss me with a clique full of ho niggas?
You keep yo ass in yo muthafuckin set
Or take a slug in ya muthafuckin chest, Reggie, mark ass nigga
Ya punk bitch!

[Bun B]
I'm serious! And this is two of three sixteens!
Ya punks, I'm serious! This is two of three sixteens!
Punk ass niggas, I'm serious! This was two of three sixteens!
Sixteen number three!

[Pimp C]
Some muthafuckas think they can go with me
But most of them niggas just some hoes to me
I got a lotta niggas that’s down with me
But too many niggas like to clown with me
They act like they know me but they really don’t
They ask me to come kick it, but they know I won’t
I see they ass in PA, they don’t know me, uh
I see they ass in Houston, I’m they homie
But, nigga how it feel to be a ho?
Gettin yo ass kicked at every muthafuckin show
Tryin to be a gangsta, but nigga yous a fool
And tryin to kick it with me, like me and y’all cool
But nigga let’s see if you can with that chrome
I shoulda popped yo ass when you rolled into my home
But bitch niggas steal, and G niggas mack
And busta ass niggas gettin bullets in they back
And that’s a muthafuckin fact!

[Bun B]
Ya little muthafucka! I’m serious! And that was three of three sixteens!
For any niggas that wanna test, come up and stress these three muthafuckin sixteens!
You can’t fuck wit it, fool! We drops three of three sixteens!
And ain’t a muthafucka tight like this, we droppin three tight ass sixteens!
Yeah, I wanna send this out to all them niggas in the ward
You know what I’m sayin, that drop all that muthafuckin shit
Like we drop that shit, and to all them OTHER muthafuckas
On that OTHER muthafuckin side, talking all that other blowsy ass shit
Y’all need to get back ‘fore I get some muthafuckin shit on my toes
I done done it before, ho, and I’ll do it again!
U-G-muthafuckin-K! 94! Eat a dick, godammit


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