Bumper And Grill lyrics

Artist  : Ugk 
Song : Bumper And Grill



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featuring N.O. Joe

(Pimp C)
I gotta
come down, I got a bangin trunk
So when I come
through you feel the slab just bump
Them niggas
sipin syrup and them bitches on that gin
Man
hit that sweet one time for Smoke-D locked down
in that pen
I'm blowin out the window, you
know I'm rollin glass
I'm bumpin that Screw,
that t-a-t, that boy actin a ass
Cause down in
Texas nigga, we got our own stores
We got the
baddest bitches and we roll the freshest
cars
I flip to New Orleans by you clask I'm on
the scene
Got dress improvement steam I step
out that bitch so clean
I poured out some
liquor on the street for that fool Todd
He was
a trill ass nigga never came at me prod
Man I
was talkin to Playa G just the other night
He
told me about this nigga that was talkin about me
shife
Fool nigga this UGK Bun and C we run the
streets
And tell your bitch ass brother he
can't fuck with my beats
So if you wanna be
bangin nigga the good shit don't come
cheap
I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a
G
Cause fool this ain't no game nigga all
about my change
I'm comin baby Fleetwood
swangin on them thangs

(Chorus 4x)
I
gotta come down
I gotta stay real
I gotta
break them boys off bumper and grill

(Bun
B)
Now tell me what it's all about in the
south
Big gold grill in you mouth
Much
leather inside yo car, on yo back, in yo
house
Sit in a nigga's ride the seats feel
like a couch
Big keys in my pouch
Bitch if
it hurt say ouch
Now if I look like a south
don't try to cap
You know a nigga like me be
ridin dirty with big dope up in his lap
Oh,
but when I'm shinin bitch I'm blazin
Hoes
shrivlin up like raisins talkin bout it so
amazin
How big Bun be rollin through Texas
with sexy hoes keepin they wig done
Bustas
bite the big one
From dis to dip this swisher
houses
Let's flip from that maker maker to
that after hours on Scott
They always drinkin
trip mixed with crush 75 or 4
Make a nigga
wanna fuss, but I can't
Cause I need the rush
of codeine so I can lean
I prop a
pill
Cause I'm trill to the bone
Crushin
with that crome

Chorus

(N.O.
Joe)
What's up bruh this N.O. Joe representin
gumbo
Funk in you trunk that got yo ears wide
open like you dumb ho
I'm livin larger than
most a coast to coast slipper
That ice-bowl
sipper that's never known to be a set
tripper
Too many diamonds for you to try to
look at directly
Haters don't check me they
respect me
A pistol packin, no shank, shiny
grill, full tank
Checkin out these bustas
thinkin they real when they ain't
Y'all call
me mister foreign
I'm comin down at navy
porscha
Either way I'ma be a highway scorcher,
blunt torcher
I'm catchin out doin 120 on the
tallway the whole way
Turnin the corners that
I once hung out
I got the boppers strung
out
Walkin around with they tounge out
Naw,
I stay behind the wheel grinnin
Burnin 500
dollar rubber, 5000 dollar rim
spinnin

Chorus 7x