What I Represent Songtext

[Intro - Mannie Fresh] The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground... The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground... [Bun B] Now this one here for everybody out there off the top This for the real slab-swangas whipping dubs and drops For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind And the three-time fellas that be facing some time For them real deep boys that be baking and serving And the real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving For the real cut-throwers putting work in on the average And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set And when the work comes easy And when the game ain't ready They really rep they're neighborhood good or bad Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags Well I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew Just recognize I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true [Hook - Bun B + (Mannie Fresh)] I'm a sell my dope, I'm a bust my guns I'm a fuck my hoes, I'm a stack my ones What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the underground...) I'm a smoke my good, I'm a sip my drank I'm a grip my grain, I'm a drip my paint What I represent? (The, the underground, the, the underground, the, the, the underground...) [Bun B] Now everybody wanna act like they already got it made With the houses, and the cars, and the bills all paid Got a million in the bank, and two million in jewels But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard Raised in project apartments, with no front yard Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others I wasn't born with a silver-spoon sticking out my grill I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came UGK ain't just a name; it's what a nigga is I was there before I got in the biz, and nigga that's on the rizz [Hook] [Bun B] Now people always be around when you shining and balling But they real hard to find when tough times come calling You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me That's why I got the whole world screaming "Free Pimp C" And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground