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Tell Me How Ya Feel

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Ladies and gentlemen You are now tuned in to the very best This is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle U.G.K., Pimp see, Sweet Jones, Bun be I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel I call my motherfuckin' swangers on the slab, money on my mind 24/7 I'm out here on the grind Wanna jack that way to heaven, got somethin' for ya spine Put ya on the shit bad if you really wanna try I done been to hell and back, they call me T.B.C. Now everythang that I drive got at least five TV's Two in the sun visor, two in the headrest When jumpin' out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest Hangin' 'round my neck, blindin' you niggas I ain't cappin', I'm just tellin' you what's hap'nin' Some niggas be winnin' and some be steady losin' Touchin' down, women they stayin', they steady chosin' Tired of feelin' bashed and mashed and want some cash You only live once, she fin' to cheat on her man 'Cause I'ma stand up in her and sin her 'cause she a winner I'm Sweet Jones bitch and I'm pimpin', y'all some beginners I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel Yeah, well, I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the grind The product of the product and the cousin of crime So get that fuck up out your mind, I'm born to this life And my work is the only woman I'll ever make my wife So all you triflin'-ass, stiflin'-ass, mud-stuck, fuck boys Gettin' bound to borin', you shit out of luck boys The Kingz is back in the buildin', just in the knick of time And we fin' to do it to it partner while you niggas lyin' Touchin' us, you niggas dyin', kill you hoes, just for tryin' Death befo' dishonor, you never see me testifyin' Standin' on the stand, grab a workout in the yard Trill niggas never fraud, you can put that on the Lord Goin' hard, ask the hardest nigga you know in the street I'm the last nigga that that nigga wanna meet Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just tell it like it is So get the fuck up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin' biz I'm the shit I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel Well, if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G And you put 'em both together, what the fuck would you see? U.G.K. nigga, fresher than a cashmere sweater When it come to keepin' it trill, nobody do it better Ain't no candy paint wetter, no 24's classier No leather seats softer, no other brothers classier And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll, mayne Recognize the real when Pimp and Bun in control, mayne Ugh, I got a candy cup, sittin' on buck Two-hundred thousand when I roll up Year ago, I was on lock, now I'm out here droppin' them tops 48 months, I was gone, barely got back, it's still on I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free, all y'all all can eat a big D I see the Kingz winnin', thought it was over, it's the beginnin' Underground, we run the South, diss me, I'ma bust your mouth I don't run, I come to your house You gon' lose, nigga, that's no doubt We can jump or pop it out, I ain't Jeezy, don't swap it out Knahmtalkinbout? I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel --- Tell Me How Ya Feel - UGK

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CHAD L. BUTLER, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, PHALON ANTON ALEXANDER, ZACHARY ANSON WALLACE, CEDRIC ALLEN WILLIAMS

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UGK (Underground Kingz)

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Jive

Release Date

December 18, 2006

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nigga hood keep when bitch wanna grippin' that diamonds your leather back shinin' feel never together niggas tryin' gold fuck wood they bitches swangin' diggin' here sittin' wheel shit ain't tell pimp y'all some through just

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