(feat. Mannie Fresh)
|
|
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
|
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...
|
The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...
|
|
[Bun B]
|
Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
|
This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops
|
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
|
And the three-time fellas that be facing some time
|
For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
|
And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
|
For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average
|
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage
|
A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set
|
And when the work comes easy
|
And when the game ain't ready
|
They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
|
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags
|
Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
|
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
|
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
|
Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true
|
|
[Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)]
|
I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns
|
I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones
|
What I represent?
|
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground, king)
|
I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank
|
I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint
|
What I represent?
|
(The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground, king)
|
|
[Bun B]
|
Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made
|
With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid
|
Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels
|
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools
|
Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
|
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
|
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
|
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others
|
I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill
|
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
|
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
|
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets
|
Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
|
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
|
UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is
|
I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
[Bun B]
|
Now people always be around when you shining and balling
|
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
|
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
|
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case
|
It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
|
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
|
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
|
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind
|
It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
|
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
|
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
|
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit
|
Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
|
That's why I got the whole world screaming Free Pimp C
|
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
|
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground
|
|
[Hook - Repeat 2X]
|
|
-----------------
|
What I Represent (Ugk)
|
Bun B |