Artist : Ugk Song : Return (Pimp C)
It all started with a Pimp C, bit*h
So what the f**k is up
Told em somethin good
Ease up my m****f**kin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna f**k wit a trill
n****
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of
the real killers
Pop Pop m****f**ka there you go
I'ma bust em on yo as* if you don't ease up off
me ho
Cause trill n***** don't carry no sugar in they
nutsac
Just big fat b**** and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear
me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with
bulletholes
P.A. n****, trill as* n****,
How you figga you can buck me down n****?
Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine
Instead of buying cars for a bit*h named sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
before it come down to triggas
s***, it's the return of the trill as* n*****
Bit*h
It's the return of the trill as* n*****
Uh
It's the return of the trill as* n*****
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill as* n***** bit*h
(Bun B)
Yea muthf**kas
I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool
A n**** named Bun, a n**** named Bun, no more
sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter
(Buck! Buck!)
Money tight glock, bustin them shots
when I break yo as* off somethin hot
n***** steady catchin lead to the head, I never
aim for the chest
m****f**kas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, n***** start
passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo as* gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a
square
Put them hands on yo a**, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin chinese eyes
In this bit*h here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill as*
n*****
It all started with a Pimp C, bit*h
So what the f**k is up
Told em somethin good
Ease up my m****f**kin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna f**k wit a trill
n****
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of
the real killers
Pop Pop m****f**ka there you go
I'ma bust em on yo as* if you don't ease up off
me ho
Cause trill n***** don't carry no sugar in they
nutsac
Just big fat b**** and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear
me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with
bulletholes
P.A. n****, trill as* n****,
How you figga you can buck me down n****?
Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine
Instead of buying cars for a bit*h named sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
before it come down to triggas
s***, it's the return of the trill as* n*****
Bit*h
It's the return of the trill as* n*****
Uh
It's the return of the trill as* n*****
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill as* n***** bit*h
(Bun B)
Yea muthf**kas
I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool
A n**** named Bun, a n**** named Bun, no more
sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter
(Buck! Buck!)
Money tight glock, bustin them shots
when I break yo as* off somethin hot
n***** steady catchin lead to the head, I never
aim for the chest
m****f**kas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, n***** start
passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo as* gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a
square
Put them hands on yo a**, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin chinese eyes
In this bit*h here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill as*
n*****