tell me something good lyrics – ugk

[pimp c]
one motherf*cker, two motherf*ckers
three motherf*ckers, fo’ – wanna squab with me
over they, motherf*ckin hoe
tell ’em like this, ya better get up off my d*ck n*gg*!
befo’ you have to deal wit my motherf*ckin trigger
i don’t figure that it’s worth all that, g
gettin yo’ *ss shot, cause ya b*tch gave me the p*ssy
don’t it feel funny when you go down ta eat her
knowin that you suckin on another n*gg*’s peter
and when ya get a kiss, do ya feel bliss
knowin that ya swallowed all that s*m*n and that p*ss?
you wanna step to me but i don’t really think ya should
i shoulda kicked yo’ *ss instead i told ya somethin good, b*tch!

[chorus: sampled from chaka khan & rufus’ “something good”]
tell me something good (ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)
tell me something good (oh yeaaaaah…yeah)
tell-tell me something good (ohhhhhhh-hoo!, tell me, tell me…)
tell me something good (ohhh, baby, baby, baby yeah)

[bun b]
fo’ motherf*cker, three motherf*cker
two motherf*cker, one – get a f*ckin gun, cause it’s f*ckin bun
ain’t no hoe sh*t, i’m packin that lead
nine pointed at yo’ head, i guess you know yo’ *ss is dead
you bought yo’ boys like you wanted to squab
but instead of a fist, i let my gat do the job
now i don’t know what time you be livin in
but f*ck a fight, i bet my gun’ll have you givin in
wanna pull a knife when my .45 is c*cked back
a bullet in yo’ *ss, i bet yo’ b*tch’ll jock that you on your deathbed and cain’t even hum right
but that’s what you get for bringin hands to a gun fight



[pimp c]
n*gg*z nowadays got a habit that they really need to quit
gettin they *ss kicked over a sk*nk *ss b*tch
you need to check ya hoe and ya need to check her fast
cause if you know like me, you would drop her f*ckin *ss
but i ain’t bout to f*ck her, cause i’m scared of that disease
cause she’s p*ssin’ out the *ss like government cheese
but not me n*gg*, cause pimp c wanna live
have you had yo’ test? are you h-i positive?
but instead of gettin checked you wanna f*ck with me
you need to be lookin for a f*ckin md!
but if you don’t step, i’ma draw on ya fast
and pump off lead like dash in yo’ *ss
i didn’t do f*ck ya girl but your sister p*ssy tight
f*cked her to my homeboy’s caddy last night
she sucked my d*ck, i bust a nut in her throat
and she didn’t take it out, and she didn’t even choke
i f*cked her doggystyle and the b*tch just threw me
turned me on my stomach, started lickin out my booty
now everybody in the hood
know that your sister lick a booty real good, hehhahaha!

[chorus 1/2]

[bun b]
now brothers need to get they sh*t straight
these lyrics that i’m stressin goin farther than this tape
it just ain’t a song, motherf*cker, it’s the real!
if yo’ *ss ain’t trill, b*tch, you shuffled in the deal
see, i tell the sh*t like i see it
you open up ya nuts and i’ma knee it
if you don’t like it, so be it
i learn how to walk, i learn how to run
i learn how to squab and then i bought a f*ckin gun
and now i got an att*tude adjuster –
a nine wit a sixteen shot clip and i’m ready to bust ya
lips get swoller, the punks get rolled-up
them n*gg*z get shot, and ugk still hold nuts
raised on the streets, and yo i never said i wasn’t
the hookers are the nieces, the fiends are my cousins
the dealers are my brothers, so f*ck you, hoe!
i thank my family for my ‘lac, wit the trues and vogues
cause i can remember when i was back at ?wentrel?
a little bad n*gg* that was up to no good, yo
i told a n*gg*, “f*ck you!” and couldn’t even back it up
then f*cked around and got smacked up
so i got my boys and we beat that *ss down
threw him off to sea world, and watched his *ss drown
n*gg*z knew who did it, but what could they say?
not only got my crew, i got my nine and my ak
and i’ma roll the streets, any-f*ckin-way i want to
and if you think you the sh*t, n*gg* i want you
i keep my dope, my hoes, and my motherf*ckin hood
to my side, so f*ck sayin somethin good!!

/ ugk lyrics