Trill Ass Nigga Lyrics
| Song | Trill Ass Nigga |
| Artist | UGK |
| Album | The Southern Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bismark, Bun B, Henderson | |
| [Bun B] Bone hard *************, hoes be runnin from the scene | |
| Cause I'm out to demean, count the green and throw that jim in the in-between | |
| Now Bun B moves slick | |
| Cause I tell all the *************z to get they gats and tell the hoes to get this ************* | |
| Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block | |
| They scopin the corner, mother*******s | |
| I warn ya | |
| Too many *************z tried to get these fiends | |
| You brothers better cut some ****** ? on this scene | |
| Cause cluckers don't go for small ****** | |
| You fin' to lose when ******fiends cut ya ****** throat | |
| You see my *************t is legit, so it's on | |
| Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that ************* to get gone | |
| Because my face don't need to be on the street | |
| See I put out my ******, get my cash, then | |
| I'm tearin ass | |
| I'm in and out quick as day | |
| Might drop a hundred or two, but | |
| I won't miss it anyway | |
| Because as long as the majority of *************t gets fat | |
| I'm cool to give myself a little slack | |
| See I've been doin this too damn long to short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs | |
| I got a thirty-five ************* block cut | |
| Down to take your money, ******, your hoe and your nut | |
| Big ****** big rhymes big ************* big attitude | |
| Man I'm down with | |
| Big Tyme, and | |
| I'm a trill ass *************! (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) [Bun B] | |
| You claim you got much ******, and you got much backup | |
| But you ain't got | |
| JACK *************T to make this ************* slack up | |
| So if you wanna buck buck up ************* and let me black that eye | |
| Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye | |
| Now if you're down act like it ************* | |
| Step in that grass, | |
| I'm fin' to put them hands on yo' ************* ass | |
| And buffin ain't a good ass plan | |
| You get smacked the ************* up, now unball them ****** hands | |
| You see you need to be true to yourself | |
| Cause if you'll front, your ass'll be on my shelf | |
| And trill ass *************z they love to blast | |
| But if we ain't got the gat, we'll also choke yo' mother****** ass | |
| And you ain't never been *************t to your hood | |
| Your ass shoulda listened when | |
| I told you "Something Good" | |
| But right about now | |
| I ain't sayin a damn thang | |
| If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring | |
| And bring on your boys, | |
| I'm takin | |
| ALL you hoes one by one | |
| Hands flyin like bullets from a gun | |
| I'm steady whoopin that ass ho | |
| ************* by ************* out the window, you better watch that glass ho | |
| Stepped to | |
| Bun B, and you thought | |
| I was a punk | |
| Now you *************-asses half dead in my trunk | |
| You fronted big man and then went out like a ho | |
| ************* kiss that mother****** flo', cause | |
| I'm a trill ass ************* (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) [Bun B] | |
| I'm just a trill ass ************* walkin down the street | |
| It's Bun B *************, the ************* you and your girlfriends wanna meet | |
| My nuts hang to the road | |
| So buck up and get ****** up by the | |
| Big Tyme motherload | |
| You better watch that ass when you roll | |
| Ease up on | |
| U.G.K. you gotta pay the ****** toll | |
| And we ain't hearin that ying-yang | |
| You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged | |
| Yeah Bun B'll talk *************t | |
| But if you think | |
| I can't back it up *************z, try and make a ****** hit | |
| Pimp C'll slam you to the peel | |
| You're layin on the ground, aiyyo | |
| Burt, kick him and his ****** reel | |
| The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool ****** | |
| And we down to let the gat go boom | |
| So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up before we make you *************z *************t in your drawers | |
| The life of the trill *************z ain't no joke | |
| Cause we down to go for mother****** broke | |
| So watch out for the *************z in the khakis | |
| The U.G.K. posse backs me, so don't jack | |
| G Because the *************s hang low, to any two-bit ho | |
| And I'm about to get some *************t on my toes | |
| And I'ma keep on doin it | |
| Clyde The *******'s in the back of the ride of a trill ass ************* (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************!) (Trill ass *************! Trill trill ass *************! .. [fades]) |
| zuo qu : Bismark, Bun B, Henderson | |
| Bun B Bone hard, hoes be runnin from the scene | |
| Cause I' m out to demean, count the green and throw that jim in the in-between | |
| Now Bun B moves slick | |
| Cause I tell all the z to get they gats and tell the hoes to get this | |
| Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block | |
| They scopin the corner, mother s | |
| I warn ya | |
| Too many z tried to get these fiends | |
| You brothers better cut some? on this scene | |
| Cause cluckers don' t go for small | |
| You fin' to lose when fiends cut ya throat | |
| You see my t is legit, so it' s on | |
| Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that to get gone | |
| Because my face don' t need to be on the street | |
| See I put out my, get my cash, then | |
| I' m tearin ass | |
| I' m in and out quick as day | |
| Might drop a hundred or two, but | |
| I won' t miss it anyway | |
| Because as long as the majority of t gets fat | |
| I' m cool to give myself a little slack | |
| See I' ve been doin this too damn long to short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs | |
| I got a thirty-five block cut | |
| Down to take your money, , your hoe and your nut | |
| Big big rhymes big big attitude | |
| Man I' m down with | |
| Big Tyme, and | |
| I' m a trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Bun B | |
| You claim you got much, and you got much backup | |
| But you ain' t got | |
| JACK T to make this slack up | |
| So if you wanna buck buck up and let me black that eye | |
| Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye | |
| Now if you' re down act like it | |
| Step in that grass, | |
| I' m fin' to put them hands on yo' ass | |
| And buffin ain' t a good ass plan | |
| You get smacked the up, now unball them hands | |
| You see you need to be true to yourself | |
| Cause if you' ll front, your ass' ll be on my shelf | |
| And trill ass z they love to blast | |
| But if we ain' t got the gat, we' ll also choke yo' mother ass | |
| And you ain' t never been t to your hood | |
| Your ass shoulda listened when | |
| I told you " Something Good" | |
| But right about now | |
| I ain' t sayin a damn thang | |
| If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring | |
| And bring on your boys, | |
| I' m takin | |
| ALL you hoes one by one | |
| Hands flyin like bullets from a gun | |
| I' m steady whoopin that ass ho | |
| by out the window, you better watch that glass ho | |
| Stepped to | |
| Bun B, and you thought | |
| I was a punk | |
| Now you -asses half dead in my trunk | |
| You fronted big man and then went out like a ho | |
| kiss that mother flo', cause | |
| I' m a trill ass Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Bun B | |
| I' m just a trill ass walkin down the street | |
| It' s Bun B, the you and your girlfriends wanna meet | |
| My nuts hang to the road | |
| So buck up and get up by the | |
| Big Tyme motherload | |
| You better watch that ass when you roll | |
| Ease up on | |
| U. G. K. you gotta pay the toll | |
| And we ain' t hearin that ying-yang | |
| You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged | |
| Yeah Bun B' ll talk t | |
| But if you think | |
| I can' t back it up z, try and make a hit | |
| Pimp C' ll slam you to the peel | |
| You' re layin on the ground, aiyyo | |
| Burt, kick him and his reel | |
| The U. G. K. posse they mighty fool | |
| And we down to let the gat go boom | |
| So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up before we make you z t in your drawers | |
| The life of the trill z ain' t no joke | |
| Cause we down to go for mother broke | |
| So watch out for the z in the khakis | |
| The U. G. K. posse backs me, so don' t jack | |
| G Because the s hang low, to any two-bit ho | |
| And I' m about to get some t on my toes | |
| And I' ma keep on doin it | |
| Clyde The ' s in the back of the ride of a trill ass Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! . . fades |
| zuò qǔ : Bismark, Bun B, Henderson | |
| Bun B Bone hard, hoes be runnin from the scene | |
| Cause I' m out to demean, count the green and throw that jim in the in-between | |
| Now Bun B moves slick | |
| Cause I tell all the z to get they gats and tell the hoes to get this | |
| Now punks be lookin at my boys on the block | |
| They scopin the corner, mother s | |
| I warn ya | |
| Too many z tried to get these fiends | |
| You brothers better cut some? on this scene | |
| Cause cluckers don' t go for small | |
| You fin' to lose when fiends cut ya throat | |
| You see my t is legit, so it' s on | |
| Cut a fifty cent slab and tell that to get gone | |
| Because my face don' t need to be on the street | |
| See I put out my, get my cash, then | |
| I' m tearin ass | |
| I' m in and out quick as day | |
| Might drop a hundred or two, but | |
| I won' t miss it anyway | |
| Because as long as the majority of t gets fat | |
| I' m cool to give myself a little slack | |
| See I' ve been doin this too damn long to short my slang, and makin all them pay for dem thangs | |
| I got a thirty-five block cut | |
| Down to take your money, , your hoe and your nut | |
| Big big rhymes big big attitude | |
| Man I' m down with | |
| Big Tyme, and | |
| I' m a trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Bun B | |
| You claim you got much, and you got much backup | |
| But you ain' t got | |
| JACK T to make this slack up | |
| So if you wanna buck buck up and let me black that eye | |
| Ho you fin' to kiss them teeth goodbye | |
| Now if you' re down act like it | |
| Step in that grass, | |
| I' m fin' to put them hands on yo' ass | |
| And buffin ain' t a good ass plan | |
| You get smacked the up, now unball them hands | |
| You see you need to be true to yourself | |
| Cause if you' ll front, your ass' ll be on my shelf | |
| And trill ass z they love to blast | |
| But if we ain' t got the gat, we' ll also choke yo' mother ass | |
| And you ain' t never been t to your hood | |
| Your ass shoulda listened when | |
| I told you " Something Good" | |
| But right about now | |
| I ain' t sayin a damn thang | |
| If you wanna do it then step your ass to the ring | |
| And bring on your boys, | |
| I' m takin | |
| ALL you hoes one by one | |
| Hands flyin like bullets from a gun | |
| I' m steady whoopin that ass ho | |
| by out the window, you better watch that glass ho | |
| Stepped to | |
| Bun B, and you thought | |
| I was a punk | |
| Now you -asses half dead in my trunk | |
| You fronted big man and then went out like a ho | |
| kiss that mother flo', cause | |
| I' m a trill ass Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Bun B | |
| I' m just a trill ass walkin down the street | |
| It' s Bun B, the you and your girlfriends wanna meet | |
| My nuts hang to the road | |
| So buck up and get up by the | |
| Big Tyme motherload | |
| You better watch that ass when you roll | |
| Ease up on | |
| U. G. K. you gotta pay the toll | |
| And we ain' t hearin that ying-yang | |
| You keep on runnin that lip and watch yo' ass get slanged | |
| Yeah Bun B' ll talk t | |
| But if you think | |
| I can' t back it up z, try and make a hit | |
| Pimp C' ll slam you to the peel | |
| You' re layin on the ground, aiyyo | |
| Burt, kick him and his reel | |
| The U. G. K. posse they mighty fool | |
| And we down to let the gat go boom | |
| So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up before we make you z t in your drawers | |
| The life of the trill z ain' t no joke | |
| Cause we down to go for mother broke | |
| So watch out for the z in the khakis | |
| The U. G. K. posse backs me, so don' t jack | |
| G Because the s hang low, to any two-bit ho | |
| And I' m about to get some t on my toes | |
| And I' ma keep on doin it | |
| Clyde The ' s in the back of the ride of a trill ass Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! Trill ass! Trill trill ass! . . fades |
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