Song | Feds in Town |
Artist | UGK |
Album | Super Tight... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bun B, C. | |
[Bun B] A bad day for the *************z in my click | |
I just got had a call from a ************* at the | |
PA P.D. that's on my ************* | |
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up | |
And poes down the ****** | |
T-X had to show up | |
I got *************t on the scene so 99 can't hassle me | |
Now, they got the mutha****** 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 mutha*************as 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 ************* | |
Cause my *************z are nervous and if they even think they see five-o, they duck! | |
So now, instead of rollin thick, *************z is happy with a frown | |
Cause, the mother****** feds in town | |
Yes, the *************t is silly, | |
I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade | |
I don't need no *************t with these *************-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 ************* and hubcaps | |
And even though | |
I got long nails | |
No more French manicures *************, | |
YOU GOTS T | |
O DO YOUR | |
OWN NAILS!! | |
I told my *************z to make sure that all their *************t 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 mother****** 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 ****** case -- when the feds in town | |
God damn, it's been two mother****** months | |
Since I took my | |
Rolex from under my sleeve | |
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave! | |
That *************t is funky like a black skunk | |
************* all this waitin man, it's time to get this mother****** back up! | |
I let them mother******s slack up, reorganize my click | |
Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up | |
And told my boys, "If a ************* 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 ****man - | |
God damn em | |
I'm sick of hiding like a ************* 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 M | |
Y YARD IS | |
A BIG ASS - | |
I GOT YALE | |
SIGN!!! It's time for | |
TONY MONTA | |
NA stacks | |
I got *************z 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 *************, | |
I'm ready to die from my tight lights when the feds in town |
zuo qu : Bun B, C. | |
Bun B A bad day for the z in my click | |
I just got had a call from a at the | |
PA P. D. that' s on my | |
It' s seems the drug situation is so tow up | |
And poes down the | |
TX had to show up | |
I got t on the scene so 99 can' t hassle me | |
Now, they got the mutha 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.. | |
IROCs... and | |
Caravans and mutha as 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 | |
Cause my z are nervous and if they even think they see fiveo, they duck! | |
So now, instead of rollin thick, z is happy with a frown | |
Cause, the mother feds in town | |
Yes, the t is silly, | |
I put up my 9 milli for a switchblade | |
I don' t need no t with these made | |
No more clownin in this town bro | |
No highcappin in the clubs, | |
I got to play them on a downlow | |
I took my tags off my buick and yall know | |
I didn' t love that | |
Rollin on some white and hubcaps | |
And even though | |
I got long nails | |
No more French manicures , | |
YOU GOTS T | |
O DO YOUR | |
OWN NAILS!! | |
I told my z to make sure that all their t 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 mother 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 case when the feds in town | |
God damn, it' s been two mother months | |
Since I took my | |
Rolex from under my sleeve | |
These hoes act like they ain' t go never leave! | |
That t is funky like a black skunk | |
all this waitin man, it' s time to get this mother back up! | |
I let them mother s slack up, reorganize my click | |
Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up | |
And told my boys, " If a 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 man | |
God damn em | |
I' m sick of hiding like a 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 M | |
Y YARD IS | |
A BIG ASS | |
I GOT YALE | |
SIGN!!! It' s time for | |
TONY MONTA | |
NA stacks | |
I got z 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 , | |
I' m ready to die from my tight lights when the feds in town |
zuò qǔ : Bun B, C. | |
Bun B A bad day for the z in my click | |
I just got had a call from a at the | |
PA P. D. that' s on my | |
It' s seems the drug situation is so tow up | |
And poes down the | |
TX had to show up | |
I got t on the scene so 99 can' t hassle me | |
Now, they got the mutha 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.. | |
IROCs... and | |
Caravans and mutha as 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 | |
Cause my z are nervous and if they even think they see fiveo, they duck! | |
So now, instead of rollin thick, z is happy with a frown | |
Cause, the mother feds in town | |
Yes, the t is silly, | |
I put up my 9 milli for a switchblade | |
I don' t need no t with these made | |
No more clownin in this town bro | |
No highcappin in the clubs, | |
I got to play them on a downlow | |
I took my tags off my buick and yall know | |
I didn' t love that | |
Rollin on some white and hubcaps | |
And even though | |
I got long nails | |
No more French manicures , | |
YOU GOTS T | |
O DO YOUR | |
OWN NAILS!! | |
I told my z to make sure that all their t 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 mother 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 case when the feds in town | |
God damn, it' s been two mother months | |
Since I took my | |
Rolex from under my sleeve | |
These hoes act like they ain' t go never leave! | |
That t is funky like a black skunk | |
all this waitin man, it' s time to get this mother back up! | |
I let them mother s slack up, reorganize my click | |
Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up | |
And told my boys, " If a 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 man | |
God damn em | |
I' m sick of hiding like a 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 M | |
Y YARD IS | |
A BIG ASS | |
I GOT YALE | |
SIGN!!! It' s time for | |
TONY MONTA | |
NA stacks | |
I got z 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 , | |
I' m ready to die from my tight lights when the feds in town |