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UGK Diamonds & Wood
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
C. Severin
C. Severin
Bass Guitar
David Torkanowsky
David Torkanowsky
Keyboards
Leo Nocentelli
Leo Nocentelli
Guitar
Reginald Hackett
Reginald Hackett
Vocals
Wayne Bonton
Wayne Bonton
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Garry Shider
Garry Shider
Songwriter
Gary Cooper
Gary Cooper
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pimp C
Pimp C
Producer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Mixing Engineer
Tony Smalios
Tony Smalios
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Niggas in here, man, they outta sight, and what's fucked up about it The motherfuckers from your own city Your little town or whatever, you know what I'm sayin' Them be the worst ones Niggas in here, man, can't stand to see a nigga havin' nothin', nigga I be eatin' free world steak and shrimp and shit like that, know what I'm sayin'? Chokin' like a motherfucker got a bone in his throat On that smin-oke, they can't stand it, you know? But fuck 'em Yeah, huh Coming down Dedicated to them boys riding slab I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave', know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I fli- I flip down the Ave., you know I'm looking tight These jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but I see all through that Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine nigga never do that Who's says he's going through a thang when y'all ain't never lied I gotta a baby, but it's momma act like he ain't mine Wicked women using children to live on When I hurt and try to hate, 'cause she knows the thrill is gone Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in '94 But niggas thinkin' that a sweet gone get the through my door And niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place I know 'cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean Nigga, I ride dirty every day, but still I shine so clean Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like So I keep swangin', I hear clanging tryin' to live my life I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave. I see these niggas and days go and come And for me just to wake, I'm know I'm blessed I grab my sess and I split my swisha with my thumb Some of my sweets be tight, now some of my sweets be fucked up But all of my sweets gonna blow, so killa smoke get sucked up I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this-a-way I'm puffin' spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here At this time of year I'm wipin' away my dead homey momma's tears, shit But naturally them fuckin' laws is always after me So I have to be in that manor on that 503 I'm livin' dastardly, must be all about survival, G These niggas passin' me streets keep on gettin' live with me They say there has to be another way, but I ain't feelin' that They try to steal a 'Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back But still, the fact remains, it's all about the game swangin' bang Peace to E-S-G and all the victims of the game man I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave. I'm flipin' through P.A. I'm tryin' to see some good But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways We all lost children, pray for paper, and smokin' our lives away Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night She say she love me but all we do now is fuckin' fight My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep The other side is sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets And even though I'm gaining to street fame comin' from this rap game Lustful thinkin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang Some get erased and misplaced tryin' to win the race Some try to hold on to their pace by smokin' with lace But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh) I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood (I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good) I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good (uh) I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood I fli-, I flips down the Ave., know I'm looking good I'm banging Screw, nigga, diamonds up against that wood So, it's your life
Writer(s): Gary Lee Cooper, William Earl Collins, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, George Jr. Clinton, Garry Marshall Shider Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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