Pimp C - Don't Say sh** lyrics

[Verse One: Pimp C] Uh, hold up smoke something b**h, uh, uh Everybody want to know why the album was late I was waiting for whitey to get f**ing paper straight I'm an underground king n***a, lets my nuts hang n***a saying I'm only in (????) Ain't no thang n***a Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that sh** They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills f** how them b**hes feel, I'm working wood wheel In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get k**ed If he keeps talking sh**, ain't no thang to get hit On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss But everywhere we go, we represent the south For Them n***as and Them girls with them golds in they mouth Them boys with them P's and O's in they house It's all about the trill b**h you ain't what this about...about...about [Hook: Bun B] When you see me on the street, n***a don't say sh** Blowin' big on the sweep, n***a don't say sh** Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball But everybody ain't trill so we ain't f**ing with y'all When I see you at the show, n***a don't say sh** Acting bad with ya ho, n***a don't say sh** Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball But everybody ain't trill so we ain't f**ing with y'all [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, n***a ain't got sh** to hide I ain't got nothing to prove We ain't got nothing to gain but I got everything to lose So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue Pick and choose if I miss ya, stick and move when I diss ya Disapprove we can get ya and your bullsh**, I be the same The game will never be the same, It was made for me yo gain You see the thangs for me to name I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many n***as pop collars and drop dollars Baby ballin' bullsh**ter frontin' like rottweiliers No bark, no bite, but showing thangs Talking loud like they knowing thangs I'm from Texas n***a, all we do is blow them thangs f** your clique, your corner, your city, your last name Stuck in the fast lane,(????) your a** mane Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night Got your a** in a fight It ain't no pa**ing tonight [Hook] [Verse Three: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob] People waiting, some be hating, I'll be shaking, they'll be faking Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready For anybody crossing the line with that f** sh** I got a (????), got a ho, got a trunk with the funk Got the radio on pump when I come through a slump Remember me? The one that had your back up in the club? Remember me? The one that bring you on and show you love? Remember me? The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina With a rusty a** niner looking for trouble So what? I know the same streets you know Yeah so what? I go the same places you go I got the mark in my skin so you know my set I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late I'm the king in these streets till the muthaf**ing end So you f** with me, you gotta f** with my friend [Hook]