Tell Me Something Good(Radio) Lyrics
| Song | Tell Me Something Good(Radio) |
| Artist | UGK |
| Album | The Southern Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hold on Bounce feat. Bun B and Paul Wall | |
| No Came | |
| Acceleration Gangster | |
| Verse 1 Bun B | |
| Hold on, can't stop, can't rewind the time | |
| Drunk off liquor, high of dollar bills and dimes | |
| Out here getting my paper nine to five | |
| Lil' tricks around the way they know what's up | |
| Talk too much, get fucked up | |
| I guess I'd die in the life of greed | |
| Muthafuckas 'round here die to bleed | |
| Grinding hard, till we cease | |
| Breakin bread, reading Matthew 26 | |
| On that Purple Haze like Jemi Hendrix | |
| I'm a G hell yea, oh boy | |
| Brotha burna zone, nigga | |
| We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings | |
| Hold on, down here we moving weights | |
| Go-getters, paper chase | |
| I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread | |
| Work hard like I ain’t rich | |
| I’m surviving, that’s the code of the streets | |
| Fancy cars and diamond ice, that’s how it be | |
| All about the cheddar, riding in cars with leather | |
| Middle finger to the haters, cause no one can do it better | |
| Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving | |
| Don’t matter what time of the year, we stay pimpin | |
| That’s how Texan living | |
| Chorus | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Verse 2-Paul Wall | |
| Paul Wall, you know I stay clean | |
| It’s me and Bun B Dirty and No Came Southeast | |
| Maryland South, and hood is how you be | |
| America’s toughest bouncer, call me Mr. T. | |
| The car got hydrolics, no balance | |
| The Godfather of dripping cars | |
| Tell it like it is like Al Sharpton | |
| Getting money, ain’t no problem | |
| Get this paper like an NBA baller | |
| Fresh out of Houston | |
| Sippin Sizzup, sippin Louie | |
| Everyday, I’m on a mean attack | |
| Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that | |
| Listen to "Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill | |
| Living Large, 3D real | |
| Clark Kent couldn’t invent this Superman feel | |
| When I ride my cadi, I'm strapped up at all times, | |
| flex me and I beat you down | |
| I’m a boss, the way I smooth operate | |
| Got a way with women, first day a date | |
| I'll have you feelin like you walkin on the moon, | |
| Cause truly I live in space, | |
| Superfly, like I’m living away | |
| Trunk pumpin listening to Ugk | |
| Look for real, not the fake | |
| Hustling on the grind, | |
| Riding foreign rides, baby | |
| Chorus | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Verse 3-No Came | |
| DC, Landover, Temple | |
| Getting money is simple | |
| Ballers and we write with a pencil | |
| Getting money, GM are initials | |
| Popping tags, swag too official | |
| I grind its off to work | |
| Hustle hard, make the jewelry store hurt | |
| Still give thanks to God, first man first | |
| Accumulating paper stacks than are as high as the Himalayas | |
| Look at Clif, he’s a playa | |
| Was broke, not millionaire | |
| People look at me, diamonds they stare | |
| Money is the Himalayan Range | |
| 15,000 glaciers of ice, man I’m paid | |
| Broad Peak, money I speak | |
| But dirty, na, now I ride | |
| But with a hard past, and a bible inside | |
| I was born blind but now i see that road to riches | |
| Hustle, cause I want 7 figga digits | |
| Want my sons to be paid like me | |
| Ballers, riding 23s | |
| It’s a rider’s world, in a cold town | |
| It’s feels good, rest in peace James Brown | |
| Chorus till 438 |
| Hold on Bounce feat. Bun B and Paul Wall | |
| No Came | |
| Acceleration Gangster | |
| Verse 1 Bun B | |
| Hold on, can' t stop, can' t rewind the time | |
| Drunk off liquor, high of dollar bills and dimes | |
| Out here getting my paper nine to five | |
| Lil' tricks around the way they know what' s up | |
| Talk too much, get fucked up | |
| I guess I' d die in the life of greed | |
| Muthafuckas ' round here die to bleed | |
| Grinding hard, till we cease | |
| Breakin bread, reading Matthew 26 | |
| On that Purple Haze like Jemi Hendrix | |
| I' m a G hell yea, oh boy | |
| Brotha burna zone, nigga | |
| We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings | |
| Hold on, down here we moving weights | |
| Gogetters, paper chase | |
| I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread | |
| Work hard like I ain' t rich | |
| I' m surviving, that' s the code of the streets | |
| Fancy cars and diamond ice, that' s how it be | |
| All about the cheddar, riding in cars with leather | |
| Middle finger to the haters, cause no one can do it better | |
| Bring me two turkeys back like it' s Thanksgiving | |
| Don' t matter what time of the year, we stay pimpin | |
| That' s how Texan living | |
| Chorus | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Verse 2Paul Wall | |
| Paul Wall, you know I stay clean | |
| It' s me and Bun B Dirty and No Came Southeast | |
| Maryland South, and hood is how you be | |
| America' s toughest bouncer, call me Mr. T. | |
| The car got hydrolics, no balance | |
| The Godfather of dripping cars | |
| Tell it like it is like Al Sharpton | |
| Getting money, ain' t no problem | |
| Get this paper like an NBA baller | |
| Fresh out of Houston | |
| Sippin Sizzup, sippin Louie | |
| Everyday, I' m on a mean attack | |
| Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that | |
| Listen to " Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill | |
| Living Large, 3D real | |
| Clark Kent couldn' t invent this Superman feel | |
| When I ride my cadi, I' m strapped up at all times, | |
| flex me and I beat you down | |
| I' m a boss, the way I smooth operate | |
| Got a way with women, first day a date | |
| I' ll have you feelin like you walkin on the moon, | |
| Cause truly I live in space, | |
| Superfly, like I' m living away | |
| Trunk pumpin listening to Ugk | |
| Look for real, not the fake | |
| Hustling on the grind, | |
| Riding foreign rides, baby | |
| Chorus | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Verse 3No Came | |
| DC, Landover, Temple | |
| Getting money is simple | |
| Ballers and we write with a pencil | |
| Getting money, GM are initials | |
| Popping tags, swag too official | |
| I grind its off to work | |
| Hustle hard, make the jewelry store hurt | |
| Still give thanks to God, first man first | |
| Accumulating paper stacks than are as high as the Himalayas | |
| Look at Clif, he' s a playa | |
| Was broke, not millionaire | |
| People look at me, diamonds they stare | |
| Money is the Himalayan Range | |
| 15, 000 glaciers of ice, man I' m paid | |
| Broad Peak, money I speak | |
| But dirty, na, now I ride | |
| But with a hard past, and a bible inside | |
| I was born blind but now i see that road to riches | |
| Hustle, cause I want 7 figga digits | |
| Want my sons to be paid like me | |
| Ballers, riding 23s | |
| It' s a rider' s world, in a cold town | |
| It' s feels good, rest in peace James Brown | |
| Chorus till 438 |
| Hold on Bounce feat. Bun B and Paul Wall | |
| No Came | |
| Acceleration Gangster | |
| Verse 1 Bun B | |
| Hold on, can' t stop, can' t rewind the time | |
| Drunk off liquor, high of dollar bills and dimes | |
| Out here getting my paper nine to five | |
| Lil' tricks around the way they know what' s up | |
| Talk too much, get fucked up | |
| I guess I' d die in the life of greed | |
| Muthafuckas ' round here die to bleed | |
| Grinding hard, till we cease | |
| Breakin bread, reading Matthew 26 | |
| On that Purple Haze like Jemi Hendrix | |
| I' m a G hell yea, oh boy | |
| Brotha burna zone, nigga | |
| We always keep it trill, in the hood we look like kings | |
| Hold on, down here we moving weights | |
| Gogetters, paper chase | |
| I keep my mind focused, make money, break bread | |
| Work hard like I ain' t rich | |
| I' m surviving, that' s the code of the streets | |
| Fancy cars and diamond ice, that' s how it be | |
| All about the cheddar, riding in cars with leather | |
| Middle finger to the haters, cause no one can do it better | |
| Bring me two turkeys back like it' s Thanksgiving | |
| Don' t matter what time of the year, we stay pimpin | |
| That' s how Texan living | |
| Chorus | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Verse 2Paul Wall | |
| Paul Wall, you know I stay clean | |
| It' s me and Bun B Dirty and No Came Southeast | |
| Maryland South, and hood is how you be | |
| America' s toughest bouncer, call me Mr. T. | |
| The car got hydrolics, no balance | |
| The Godfather of dripping cars | |
| Tell it like it is like Al Sharpton | |
| Getting money, ain' t no problem | |
| Get this paper like an NBA baller | |
| Fresh out of Houston | |
| Sippin Sizzup, sippin Louie | |
| Everyday, I' m on a mean attack | |
| Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that | |
| Listen to " Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill | |
| Living Large, 3D real | |
| Clark Kent couldn' t invent this Superman feel | |
| When I ride my cadi, I' m strapped up at all times, | |
| flex me and I beat you down | |
| I' m a boss, the way I smooth operate | |
| Got a way with women, first day a date | |
| I' ll have you feelin like you walkin on the moon, | |
| Cause truly I live in space, | |
| Superfly, like I' m living away | |
| Trunk pumpin listening to Ugk | |
| Look for real, not the fake | |
| Hustling on the grind, | |
| Riding foreign rides, baby | |
| Chorus | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Now hold on, hold on bounce | |
| Verse 3No Came | |
| DC, Landover, Temple | |
| Getting money is simple | |
| Ballers and we write with a pencil | |
| Getting money, GM are initials | |
| Popping tags, swag too official | |
| I grind its off to work | |
| Hustle hard, make the jewelry store hurt | |
| Still give thanks to God, first man first | |
| Accumulating paper stacks than are as high as the Himalayas | |
| Look at Clif, he' s a playa | |
| Was broke, not millionaire | |
| People look at me, diamonds they stare | |
| Money is the Himalayan Range | |
| 15, 000 glaciers of ice, man I' m paid | |
| Broad Peak, money I speak | |
| But dirty, na, now I ride | |
| But with a hard past, and a bible inside | |
| I was born blind but now i see that road to riches | |
| Hustle, cause I want 7 figga digits | |
| Want my sons to be paid like me | |
| Ballers, riding 23s | |
| It' s a rider' s world, in a cold town | |
| It' s feels good, rest in peace James Brown | |
| Chorus till 438 |
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