I Got the Hook-Up! movie - Bumper and Grill lyrics

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Song by UGK f/ N.O. Joe<br /><br>

[Pimp C]<br>

I gotta come down, I got a bangin trunk<br>

So when I come through you feel the slab just bump<br>

Them niggas sipin syrup and them bitches on that gin<br>

Man hit that sweet one time for Smoke-D locked down in that pen<br>

I'm blowin out the window, you know I'm rollin glass<br>

I'm bumpin that Screw, that t-a-t, that boy actin a ass <br>

Cause down in Texas nigga, we got our own stores<br>

We got the baddest bitches and we roll the freshest cars<br>

I flip to New Orleans by you clask I'm on the scene<br>

Got dress improvement steam I step out that bitch so clean<br>

I poured out some liquor on the street for that fool Todd<br>

He was a trill ass nigga never came at me prod<br>

Man I was talkin to Playa G just the other night<br>

He told me about this nigga that was talkin about me shife<br>

Fool nigga this UGK Bun and C we run the streets<br>

And tell your bitch ass brother he can't fuck with my beats<br>

So if you wanna be bangin nigga the good shit don't come cheap<br>

I'm talkin 7000 over 3 knock off a G<br>

Cause fool this ain't no game nigga all about my change<br>

I'm comin baby Fleetwood swangin on them thangs<br>

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[Chorus 4x]<br>

I gotta come down <br>

I gotta stay real <br>

I gotta break them boys off bumper and grill<br>

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[Bun B]<br>

Now tell me what it's all about in the south<br>

Big gold grill in you mouth<br>

Much leather inside yo car, on yo back, in yo house<br>

Sit in a nigga's ride the seats feel like a couch<br>

Big keys in my pouch<br>

Bitch if it hurt say ouch<br>

Now if I look like a south don't try to cap<br>

You know a nigga like me be ridin dirty with big dope up in his lap<br>

Oh, but when I'm shinin bitch I'm blazin<br>

Hoes shrivlin up like raisins talkin bout it so amazin<br>

How big Bun be rollin through Texas with sexy hoes keepin they wig done<br>

Bustas bite the big one<br>

From dis to dip this swisher houses<br>

Let's flip from that maker maker to that after hours on Scott<br>

They always drinkin trip mixed with crush 75 or 4<br>

Make a nigga wanna fuss, but I can't<br>

Cause I need the rush of codeine so I can lean<br>

I prop a pill <br>

Cause I'm trill to the bone<br>

Crushin with that crome<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[N.O. Joe]<br>

What's up bruh this N.O. Joe representin gumbo<br>

Funk in you trunk that got yo ears wide open like you dumb ho<br>

I'm livin larger than most a coast to coast slipper<br>

That ice-bowl sipper that's never known to be a set tripper<br>

Too many diamonds for you to try to look at directly<br>

Haters don't check me they respect me<br>

A pistol packin, no shank, shiny grill, full tank<br>

Checkin out these bustas thinkin they real when they ain't<br>

Y'all call me mister foreign<br>

I'm comin down at navy porscha<br>

Either way I'ma be a highway scorcher, blunt torcher<br>

I'm catchin out doin 120 on the tallway the whole way<br>

Turnin the corners that I once hung out<br>

I got the boppers strung out<br>

Walkin around with they tounge out<br>

Naw, I stay behind the wheel grinnin<br>

Burnin 500 dollar rubber, 5000 dollar rim spinnin<br>

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[Chorus 7x]<br>

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