Keep It 100

[Chorus] All day and all night Nigga anytime you see me I'ma keep it super tight I'm an underground king reppin' UGK Don't give a damn what a motherfucker say I'ma keep it (100) All night and all day Nigga anytime you see me I'm reppin' PA This is UGK for life long live Pimp C And I'ma never let a nigga pimp me I'ma keep it (100) Cause its all that I've ever known All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown Get your shit together clone Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe I heard your album man if thats what you call it Another gangster fairytale for that shit we ain't fallin' All you talkin' bout is slangin', bangin', bussin', and ballin' But I ain't see your scary ass all star in New Orleans I'm gettin' tired man this shit is gettin' older than moses Pussy niggas always poutin' with poses But all it really shows is how hard you ain't A nigga bust your ass in mouth you probably faint Not from the power of the punch, but the shock Cause you a coward and niggas gonna devour your lunch A bunch of niggas done tried, but ain't too many don't it like me Its Bun B the G and I'ma keep it one hundred [Chorus] Cause thats exactly what the trill do Ain't nobody tellin' me what I wont or I will do If I don't feel you, You lucky that I don't kill you Leavin'you leakin' till your out of mildew for real dude I got this skill to don't make me have to show it Cause it'll be over before you know it You get one shot and I suggest you don't blow it If I do it I overdue it make you have to goin' sew it I'ma revolutionary black pistol You fuckin' with fire, fuck around and get a blister I fuck with a poppa then fuck around and hit a sister I'm an underground king motherfucker call me Mister Kilogram, Mr. Woodgrain, Mr. Brick, And unless you the Mrs. get off the Mr. dick Cause this the shit that have motherfuckers runnin' for the hills From the king of the trill, cause I keep it one hundred [Chorus] Cause now a days motherfuckers lie Some to the face, some cant even look you in the eye Some in this place, some just have left, and some just comin' by A little later probably a little hater And they goin' feel the faders Tryin' to prove they the greatest And they still gonna be wronger than fuck, so holla later I'm leavin' I'm not a waiter But ill end up serve you, tryin' to step up to the likes me, why the nerve of you Well I never and I do declare I'm bout to fuck the game up now its best you prepare Put on your bib cause I'm fittin' to be spittin' That hot fire so you better bring mittens Cause yous a pussy and your partner is kitten's I do 'em and when I'm done they be like no he didn't Get your toilet paper nigga cause I'm fittin' to be shittin' Diariadict on haters with no quitin' and I'ma keep it one hundred [Chorus]