City Lights (featuring Bun B) Lyrics

[Redman]
I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky
Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies
Today a good day, I know don't jinx it
I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett
Baby without blinking, I do it my way
I shit on folks, the opposite of arcade
I'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc
On your mind all the time, like ?
Who am I
That nigga to fly
My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
I ain't lyin'
I'm back boy, you hit the backboard
I'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard
This class here nigga is for the underground
UGK, Doc & Meth locking the summer down
And I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right

Cause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights[Method Man]
Yo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95
South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died
I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified
And when I ride I'm wit Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive
I make it happen homie, I take you back when I was wearing Pony's
And the older niggas be snapping on me
How many rapper know me? I know a cash on
Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony
And now can't nothing hold me, I foss with UGK
Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like ?
You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way
I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today
Two things to know about me, I guess I never change
And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain
See, I ain't playin games wit ya, so get it right
And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights[Bun B]
Yeah, UGK 4 Life
R.I.P. to da Pimp
For the king of the trill is up in this bitch
Drop the top and I hit the switch
You see my leather seats tuck and stitch
Texas niggas, we getting rich
Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch
G code nigga we don't love the po po
No more swag man, pass the do do
We keep it super tight like ?
I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play wit my bread man
I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead
I'm popin' a truck and grabbing that chopper wit an AK to your head
I'd rather be laying up in the bed wit you baby and making head
Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted dripping like burning dick
Mt steerlin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick
I'm riding 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler
And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler
A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean
And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty
It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right
(Why?) I get Toed up under city lights, I I get ? up on the city lights
Songwriters
Isley, Rudolph / Jasper, Christopher H / Isley, Marvin / Isley, O'Kelly / Isley, Ernie / Isley, Ronald / Barriere, Christopher J / Freeman, Bernard James / Butler, Chad L / Smith, Clifford / Noble, Reggie / Larsen, WilliamPublished by
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