Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout? Jack Tripper,
"Three's Company" hoe Percy Mack,
Sweet Jones, check it out

Uhh, I stay on the grind, fuckin hoe defined
Get ten all the time, lay my life on the line
Sippin, smokin 'dro, pimp dick on yo' hoe
Legs are on the stove, P-I-M-P on the low
Gators swangin out, swangers hangin out
Never bangin, I got work I slang it out
Keep a yellow pro, and a brown horse
And a squad too, I'm the player's choice

So pimpin save your voice, hold your breath, shut your lip
Hoe you can't handle Bun and you can't fuck with Pimp
We like surf and turf, they call us steak and shrimp
Know we shake and lames are famous but make it simp'
Trillest ever born, G'est ever built
Fuck with us you'll be the deadest hoes ever killed
Live from the corner, direct from the hood via satellite bitch,
we the Kingz grippin wood and it's good

Hey, if you a hustler, it ain't easy Da, da, do-dahhhhh
Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh And we're still, still Still on the grind
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
Yes we're still, we're still We're still, still on the grind

Uhh, I keep candy girls, big dick in they world
Messin up they curl, bowlin ball paper swirl
Gotta trap it white, baller candy bike I don't light it though;
get too high, stay too low I live by the code, extra credit mode
Fuckin with that prince I keep a bankroll Livin by the land,
P.A. by the C Any nigga fuck with Bun he gon' die by me
I'm my brother's keeper, not no movie shit
My life is a film, I'm on some groovy shit
I ain't Smoochie bitch, make girls do this dick
Rich or tongue-in-cheek, bitch you's a
+Super Freak+ Bitch my name ain't
Rick, bitch you think you slick
Askin me for rent, you better find a trick
I ain't payin, you need to be payin me
Pussy a dime a dozen but the dick ain't free

Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
Yeah we're still, said we're still, still Still on the grind
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
And we're still, still, still, still Still on the grind

Ugk back in the game, bringin that crack and the 'caine
Swervin 'Llac in the lane, swangers click-clack in the gang
We paper stack in the game (game) what you lack in the game
Solid foundation, my nigga, no cracks in the frame (frame)
Bun B, that be the name, P.A.T. that be the town (town)
You see fingers up, that mean that haters down (down)
And G that is the code, big body slab is the load (load)
We get throwed, we the shit nigga, ask the commode
We get skeptic mayne when shit get hectic mayne
Roll with the trill, we don't deal with the skeptics mayne
Bring it on record mayne, what you expected mayne (uhh)
Bun and Pimp is back so just respect it mayne (yeah)
We affected the game (game) we are not gonna change (change)
Scrap with lames it go brrrap-brrrap at your brain (brain)
We insane singin licks with them bricks
36 in the mix with no tricks, get a fix for your cliques

Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
Said we still, every day We still, still on the grind
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
We still, we still, every day We still, still on the griiiiind
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
We still, we still, hoooo Still on the griiiiind, griiiiind
Da, da, do-dahhhhh Da, da, do-dahhhhhhhh
Said we on the grind, we on the grind
Still on the grind The grind, the grind
The grind, still on the grind Ugk for liiiiife