Biography:
UGK (short for Underground Kingz) were a hip-hop duo from Port Arthur, Texas, USA. Formed in 1987 by long-time friends Chad “Pimp C” Butler and Bernard “Bun B” Freeman, they were highly respected by many of their peers, due in part to their longevity and their entrenchment in hip-hop’s underground.
UGK, from Port Arthur, TX, the neighboring city to Beaumont, TX, released their debut EP The Southern Way in 1992. It was distributed by local record label Bigtyme Recordz and only available as an audio cassette.
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Album: 4 Life
[Intro]
B Ebm Bb Db
Fm Abm Ebm
[Chorus: Pimp C singing]
Ebm Bb
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Db Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Ebm
UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
Abm Db Abm
Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul
Db
You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes
Ebm
You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls
Ebm
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Abm Db
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
Abm Db
They already know you got shit on your name
Ebm Db
Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain
Ebm
Take yo' piece, rings and watch
Abm
You play rich, boy you need to stop
Bb
I ain't dissin nobody, no particular name
Ebm
Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH!
[Chorus]
Ebm Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Bb Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Ebm
I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic
Fm Db Bb
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
Abm Db
I write what I see, what I do, and what I know
Ebm
And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
Ebm
Now whether at a show, in the booth, or on the street
Fm Db
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
Abm Db
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
Ebm Db
On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin mouth
Ebm
'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk
Abm
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Bb
Some niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance
Ebm
Some niggaz just ball with' a bottle in they hands
Ebm
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread
Fm Db Bb
You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head
Abm Db
Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack
Ebm
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it
Ebm
Click clack, motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Ebm Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Ebm
You got caught with that work on 10
Fm
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
Abm Db
But he took 15, befo' you could tell
Ebm Db
He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell
B Abm Ebm
I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
Abm
Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five?
Db
Who you had to fuck to give back that time?
Ebm
Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN MIND?
Ebm
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
Abm
If the feds hit me, I'm a hit yo' ass BACK!
Db
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Ebm
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!
[Chorus]
Ebm Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Smoke sum'hin, bitch...)
[Chorus 2: Pimp C singing]
Ebm Fm
Got caught with the shit, twenty years
Abm
Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch...
Fm Ebm
The game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, bitch!)
B Ebm Fm
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Db Bb Abm
Bought me all, of yo' dough...
Db Ebm
The game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)
[Outro]
Fm Abm Db Ebm
[Intro]
B Ebm Bb Db
Fm Abm Ebm
[Chorus: Pimp C singing]
Ebm Bb
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Db Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Ebm
UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
Abm Db Abm
Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul
Db
You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes
Ebm
You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls
Ebm
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Abm Db
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
Abm Db
They already know you got shit on your name
Ebm Db
Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain
Ebm
Take yo' piece, rings and watch
Abm
You play rich, boy you need to stop
Bb
I ain't dissin nobody, no particular name
Ebm
Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH!
[Chorus]
Ebm Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Bb Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Ebm
I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic
Fm Db Bb
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
Abm Db
I write what I see, what I do, and what I know
Ebm
And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
Ebm
Now whether at a show, in the booth, or on the street
Fm Db
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
Abm Db
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
Ebm Db
On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin mouth
Ebm
'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk
Abm
We to' straps and we ready for the funk
Bb
Some niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance
Ebm
Some niggaz just ball with' a bottle in they hands
Ebm
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread
Fm Db Bb
You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head
Abm Db
Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack
Ebm
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it
Ebm
Click clack, motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Ebm Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Ebm
You got caught with that work on 10
Fm
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
Abm Db
But he took 15, befo' you could tell
Ebm Db
He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell
B Abm Ebm
I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
Abm
Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five?
Db
Who you had to fuck to give back that time?
Ebm
Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN MIND?
Ebm
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
Abm
If the feds hit me, I'm a hit yo' ass BACK!
Db
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Ebm
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!
[Chorus]
Ebm Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
Db Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Smoke sum'hin, bitch...)
[Chorus 2: Pimp C singing]
Ebm Fm
Got caught with the shit, twenty years
Abm
Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch...
Fm Ebm
The game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Hol' up, bitch!)
B Ebm Fm
I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
Db Bb Abm
Bought me all, of yo' dough...
Db Ebm
The game been good to meeeee...
Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)
[Outro]
Fm Abm Db Ebm
Uji Rashid
Ujima Jerico
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UK Subs
Ukays
Ulkoinen Tahdist (...)
Ulla Billquist
Ulla Meinecke
Ulla Pia
Ulpiano Vergara