Next Up Lyrics
| Song | Next Up |
| Artist | UGK |
| Album | Underground Kingz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Gawddayum, | |
| I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout | |
| But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down | |
| I'm from the streets that make niggaz walk slow, talk low | |
| With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho | |
| Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this | |
| Pardon my | |
| Spanish and | |
| FrenchOkay, | |
| I stay clever like | |
| Mayweather with lay leather | |
| Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever | |
| Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin' | |
| Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave | |
| Dakota Fanning | |
| I hope you niggaz over standin', | |
| I stay sucker-free | |
| The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be | |
| Your career last a week, that'll be luckily | |
| Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective custody | |
| I'm the same thug that be surrounded with women | |
| Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim | |
| Feel the Wrath of | |
| Kane and you could not escape | |
| The hip hop version of ‘ | |
| The Ring’ and you just watched the tape | |
| And keep your eyes on the niggas in | |
| WardTriple black in the candy painted car is the color of board | |
| Me or my brother on pall with n'am nigga | |
| We trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga? | |
| I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon | |
| High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin' | |
| I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin' | |
| You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin' | |
| Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased | |
| From the South to | |
| Midwest, Cali to the | |
| EastGo to any city nigga and bring my name up | |
| I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up | |
| Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him | |
| Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him | |
| Don't fuck around, | |
| I'm not your lil' homey | |
| I'm the King of the | |
| Underground, so act like you know me | |
| Homie, we big steppin', big reppin' | |
| We givin' kids | |
| Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin' | |
| Left with the | |
| Midwest, clique | |
| TexansG. and | |
| Daddy Kane, the click | |
| Texas, pop you to death | |
| I put private planes on swift | |
| Jetsons, niggaz know what it is | |
| When you see the ball cap and a slick | |
| ThessonsTill you strip vexin’ to a movie clip from the | |
| WesternsShit from the | |
| Uzi clip lift up your midsection | |
| He will introduce you to the nose on the | |
| Glock famGive you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band | |
| Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man | |
| High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan | |
| Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand | |
| We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams | |
| And I ain't breakdancin' when | |
| I'm in the pop stance | |
| Bank pounds like | |
| James Brown give 'em ‘ | |
| Hot Pants’ | |
| I make your girl get down and open it up | |
| Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt | |
| I'm a young hot street flame, they call me | |
| Sweet James | |
| Or call me | |
| Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne | |
| Board Nine or | |
| Issey Miyaki | |
| I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki | |
| I ain't Rocky but | |
| I keep her rockin' | |
| Fuck around, | |
| I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket | |
| Your bitch out of pocket, she under pimpery | |
| She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in | |
| On my Lamborghini with the quick scream | |
| Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean | |
| What you know about gettin' cross country? | |
| Nigga, your piece big but your diamond look monkey | |
| You need to take that shit back | |
| That ain't no | |
| Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that | |
| Bitch, what the fuck you done to that? | |
| Now, damn, somebody need to beat | |
| Jacob ass over that |
| Gawddayum, | |
| I don' t know what y' all been thinkin' ' bout | |
| But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down | |
| I' m from the streets that make niggaz walk slow, talk low | |
| With white chalko, mi casa be siete uno ocho | |
| Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this | |
| Pardon my | |
| Spanish and | |
| FrenchOkay, | |
| I stay clever like | |
| Mayweather with lay leather | |
| Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever | |
| Beyond ringin' bells, my name' s so demandin' | |
| Shit, I got the swagger that' ll leave | |
| Dakota Fanning | |
| I hope you niggaz over standin', | |
| I stay suckerfree | |
| The next king of in the game, you ain' t got enough to be | |
| Your career last a week, that' ll be luckily | |
| Fuck with me, the rap game' ll need protective custody | |
| I' m the same thug that be surrounded with women | |
| Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim | |
| Feel the Wrath of | |
| Kane and you could not escape | |
| The hip hop version of ' | |
| The Ring' and you just watched the tape | |
| And keep your eyes on the niggas in | |
| WardTriple black in the candy painted car is the color of board | |
| Me or my brother on pall with n' am nigga | |
| We trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga? | |
| I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon | |
| High pressure, if you don' t break your ass bendin' | |
| I' m way past endin' in my series of warnin' | |
| You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin' | |
| Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased | |
| From the South to | |
| Midwest, Cali to the | |
| EastGo to any city nigga and bring my name up | |
| I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up | |
| Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him | |
| Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him | |
| Don' t fuck around, | |
| I' m not your lil' homey | |
| I' m the King of the | |
| Underground, so act like you know me | |
| Homie, we big steppin', big reppin' | |
| We givin' kids | |
| Smith Wesson' s lessons, you get left with a sketchin' | |
| Left with the | |
| Midwest, clique | |
| TexansG. and | |
| Daddy Kane, the click | |
| Texas, pop you to death | |
| I put private planes on swift | |
| Jetsons, niggaz know what it is | |
| When you see the ball cap and a slick | |
| ThessonsTill you strip vexin' to a movie clip from the | |
| WesternsShit from the | |
| Uzi clip lift up your midsection | |
| He will introduce you to the nose on the | |
| Glock famGive you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band | |
| Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man | |
| High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan | |
| Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand | |
| We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams | |
| And I ain' t breakdancin' when | |
| I' m in the pop stance | |
| Bank pounds like | |
| James Brown give ' em ' | |
| Hot Pants' | |
| I make your girl get down and open it up | |
| Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt | |
| I' m a young hot street flame, they call me | |
| Sweet James | |
| Or call me | |
| Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne | |
| Board Nine or | |
| Issey Miyaki | |
| I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki | |
| I ain' t Rocky but | |
| I keep her rockin' | |
| Fuck around, | |
| I' ll knock your tuna fish out of socket | |
| Your bitch out of pocket, she under pimpery | |
| She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in | |
| On my Lamborghini with the quick scream | |
| Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean | |
| What you know about gettin' cross country? | |
| Nigga, your piece big but your diamond look monkey | |
| You need to take that shit back | |
| That ain' t no | |
| Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that | |
| Bitch, what the fuck you done to that? | |
| Now, damn, somebody need to beat | |
| Jacob ass over that |
| Gawddayum, | |
| I don' t know what y' all been thinkin' ' bout | |
| But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down | |
| I' m from the streets that make niggaz walk slow, talk low | |
| With white chalko, mi casa be siete uno ocho | |
| Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this | |
| Pardon my | |
| Spanish and | |
| FrenchOkay, | |
| I stay clever like | |
| Mayweather with lay leather | |
| Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever | |
| Beyond ringin' bells, my name' s so demandin' | |
| Shit, I got the swagger that' ll leave | |
| Dakota Fanning | |
| I hope you niggaz over standin', | |
| I stay suckerfree | |
| The next king of in the game, you ain' t got enough to be | |
| Your career last a week, that' ll be luckily | |
| Fuck with me, the rap game' ll need protective custody | |
| I' m the same thug that be surrounded with women | |
| Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim | |
| Feel the Wrath of | |
| Kane and you could not escape | |
| The hip hop version of ' | |
| The Ring' and you just watched the tape | |
| And keep your eyes on the niggas in | |
| WardTriple black in the candy painted car is the color of board | |
| Me or my brother on pall with n' am nigga | |
| We trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga? | |
| I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon | |
| High pressure, if you don' t break your ass bendin' | |
| I' m way past endin' in my series of warnin' | |
| You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin' | |
| Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased | |
| From the South to | |
| Midwest, Cali to the | |
| EastGo to any city nigga and bring my name up | |
| I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up | |
| Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him | |
| Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him | |
| Don' t fuck around, | |
| I' m not your lil' homey | |
| I' m the King of the | |
| Underground, so act like you know me | |
| Homie, we big steppin', big reppin' | |
| We givin' kids | |
| Smith Wesson' s lessons, you get left with a sketchin' | |
| Left with the | |
| Midwest, clique | |
| TexansG. and | |
| Daddy Kane, the click | |
| Texas, pop you to death | |
| I put private planes on swift | |
| Jetsons, niggaz know what it is | |
| When you see the ball cap and a slick | |
| ThessonsTill you strip vexin' to a movie clip from the | |
| WesternsShit from the | |
| Uzi clip lift up your midsection | |
| He will introduce you to the nose on the | |
| Glock famGive you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band | |
| Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man | |
| High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan | |
| Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand | |
| We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams | |
| And I ain' t breakdancin' when | |
| I' m in the pop stance | |
| Bank pounds like | |
| James Brown give ' em ' | |
| Hot Pants' | |
| I make your girl get down and open it up | |
| Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt | |
| I' m a young hot street flame, they call me | |
| Sweet James | |
| Or call me | |
| Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne | |
| Board Nine or | |
| Issey Miyaki | |
| I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki | |
| I ain' t Rocky but | |
| I keep her rockin' | |
| Fuck around, | |
| I' ll knock your tuna fish out of socket | |
| Your bitch out of pocket, she under pimpery | |
| She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in | |
| On my Lamborghini with the quick scream | |
| Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean | |
| What you know about gettin' cross country? | |
| Nigga, your piece big but your diamond look monkey | |
| You need to take that shit back | |
| That ain' t no | |
| Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that | |
| Bitch, what the fuck you done to that? | |
| Now, damn, somebody need to beat | |
| Jacob ass over that |
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