Tossed Up lyrics

by

Master P


[Pimp C] (Bun-b)
Uhhh
Hol up..smoke something b*tch
Keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
I represent UGK river, know what I'm talking bout (black owned)
Independent and black owned (smoked up)
Smoke on something
So get your mind right

Uhhh, I'm young motherf*cking sweet jones
Pimpin the six
Gotta yellow bone b*tch cooking me serving bricks
Since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas
Screaming f*ck the police and blowing dough in the lexus
I saw your video n*gga, you're slow and sloppy
Spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
While I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
Yall f*cking off your money trying to be puff daddy
I'm a OG rock baller
I know some n*gga that a bust 17 off in your impala
You f*ck them hoes and pay em top dollar
I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the f*cking power
b*tch

Chorus x 2
Now all you n*ggas talking sh*t you getting tossed up
And all of these hoes that's on the di*k they getting tossed up
We got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
So don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up
[verse 2]
Yall n*ggas done f*cked up and called up some treal n*ggas
n*ggas who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger
Deal wit a n*gga like a swisha and split him down the middle
Remind a motherf*cker who the real hard hitter
Gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
For them playing hating fellas what the f*ck can you tell us
Driving benzs with mo mos hoes sucking our toes
Cause they know we the n*ggas roll with all the goddamn dough
I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
Selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
It's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules
The early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

Chorus x 2

[Bun -B]
You done pushed the panic button
Now we taking it all like a glutton
Any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton
Now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
We synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
Now wasn't you that sudsucker
Talking sh*t with that funky b*tch up in that fuddruckers
You best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker
And I got one specially designed for all you motherf*ckers
We love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
But when I came through with that four to the f*cking five
n*ggas duck and dive ?????
What a f*cking liar
b*tch ain't no time to get flossed up
I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d
Chorus x 4
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