Lyrics UGK – Swishas And Dosha
Text:
Knalmtalkinbout? Like we always do about this time, bitch!
Pimp C:
I got candy in my cup (cup), candy in my car (car)
Candy on my wrist (wrist), candy on my car (car)
Man I feel so awkward-ward when I ain’t got no barre to spliff
I keep a whole sip (whole sip), a whole clip (a whole clip)
In case these pussy niggaz wanna trip (uh!)
Fly high boy (boy), high fly boy (boy)
‘Fore I fly high, lookin at them jackers in their eye (eye)
I remember when a rapper was a go getta (go getta)
Now all these rappers is some hoe niggaz (uh!)
Hide behind the guards at the show nigga (uh!)
Don’t want no pussy, homosexual, on the low nigga
That’s y’all (that’s y’all), I from the old school (uh!)
Like MJG and Ball, like Devin the Dude
I know Short Dog (Dog), the real Short Dog (Dog)
Who see me drapin drips, stepped out the whip on Sunset Strip
Chorus: Pimp C
Swishas and dosha, blow when we driving
Benz’s and Cadi’s, swangin big bodies
Swishas and dosha, blow when we driving
Benz’s and Cadi’s, swangin big bodies
Swishas and dosha
Bun B:
Fuck niggaz bumpin gums, real niggaz be bumpin screw (screw)
So don’t get bumped up, just in case a real G bump into you
I’m like Bumpy Knuckles, buck with nothin but ready rockers
That’s down for pistol play (on who?), on boy’s that’s steady knockers
Got boppers that’s steady jockin, goofy niggaz in my ear
Weak niggaz wanna plead their case (case), just to raise up out my face (face)
I ain’t got that time to waste, punch your mouth and knock out the taste
You MySpacin and Facebookin, playin games with them toys
I’m in the streets where gangstas meet, while you’re online with them boys
So step your game up, build your name up, quit your talkin and quit your doin
All that planning and contemplating… when the fuck you gon’ start pursuing?
Cars ain’t driving themselves, mansions ain’t building themselves
They waiting for Ed McMahon and they need to stop feelin themselves
They wealth ain’t comin until they earn it
But that somethin they won’t know ’til they learn it, while burnin…
Chorus
Pimp C:
I’m a tell you pussy niggaz once again (once again)
Ain’t had no friends since I left the pen (uh!)
It’s some niggaz I respect in the rap game (game)
But it’s some niggaz that I better not hear sayin my fuckin name (uh!)
You say I love a stripper (bitch!), pullin down my zipper (bitch!)
That hoe was payin me, bitch don’t try to play with me! (bitch!)
You runnin from the fight, hiding bitch, I stay with it (with it)
You gotta problem with me, go to Lil J with it
Bun B:
This is UGK, get it? Bun and Pimp, Pimp and Bun
Three little G’s is stayin hard, you comin limp simply son
They want it, we can give ’em some
(But) probably not what they wanna see
Trill ass niggaz certified, ain’t never been no wanna-be (naw)
Has-been’s, Never-was, Past-due, Out-dated
Can’t nobody from the North, East, West, or South fade it (at all)
You talkin down but we comin up as well as comin down
So Pimp sum it up baby
Chorus x2
