UGK - Tossed Up lyrics

[Pimp C] (Bun-b) Uhhh Hol up..smoke something b**h Keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money) I represent UGK river, know what I'm talking bout (black owned) Independent and black owned (smoked up) Smoke on something So get your mind right Uhhh, I'm young motherf**ing sweet jones Pimpin the six Gotta yellow bone b**h cooking me serving bricks Since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas Screaming f** the police and blowing dough in the lexus I saw your video n***a, you're slow and sloppy Spent 500,000 on a carbon copy While I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy Yall f**ing off your money trying to be puff daddy I'm a OG rock baller I know some n***a that a bust 17 off in your impala You f** them hoes and pay em top dollar I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the f**ing power b**h Chorus x 2 Now all you n***as talking sh** you getting tossed up And all of these hoes that's on the dick they getting tossed up We got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up So don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up [verse 2] Yall n***as done f**ed up and called up some treal n***as n***as who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger Deal wit a n***a like a swisha and split him down the middle Remind a motherf**er who the real hard hitter Gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas For them playing hating fellas what the f** can you tell us Driving benzs with mo mos hoes s**ing our toes Cause they know we the n***as roll with all the goddamn dough I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44 Selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door It's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules The early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose Chorus x 2 [Bun -B] You done pushed the panic bu*ton Now we taking it all like a glutton Any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton Now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin We synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies Now wasn't you that suds**er Talking sh** with that funky b**h up in that fuddruckers You best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker And I got one specially designed for all you motherf**ers We love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive But when I came through with that four to the f**ing five n***as duck and dive ????? What a f**ing liar b**h ain't no time to get flossed up I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d Chorus x 4