Luyện nghe bài hát Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)

It's an uptown thang
the 3 to the 13th

As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin'
I be you exactly what you need
To bob head, 'cuz I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh

Music that's non-stoppin', for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga opthimals
You know we gets Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck 'wit us, Cash Money is the shit

I represent, ass niggas fa sho
From the Mac to the Melph to the
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in
Bout green can't about Josephine

Know what I mean? Don't get in none of those areas
Or six people carry ya, niggas will bury ya
Bitch, I you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you me find me

In the U.P.T., the 2, 2, 3
Ready to back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta it real
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy to kill

in effect, six co fa sho
My Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown pussy

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the quicker
got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin'

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the
And the clique I'm in nigga 2, 2, 6
I it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my

Them raps, is a mil
You get killed if you get caught up with me in shit
When I say Uptown it you experience
Commence the drama that I present clown

I'm uncomfortable, if in a that's not Uptown
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga glad
To wrap around the K and put some fire on ass
My Yella bad but Baby G. even worse

You ridin' in a hearse, if I and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, U.P.T.
St. Thomas got torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered just do it a Worldwide

I'm high till I die, I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I 'ja I let 'em hang
Bang or get banged it's an uptown thang

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

Once it's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes

So recognize, I keep it real, for my
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown
You figure, I'm younger, that you harder
Well, keep ya head up or it's man slaughter

Is you
To come swim in the water the sharks
In the dark? You not I can see it in your heart
a hoe

So on your side of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a solja

So what's I'm fuckin' wit' that S.T.P.
So happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 1, 2, 3
So happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 17
understood that I'll die for that wild 13

So keep it real, I'm chillin' that World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit' that 11th crew
I weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown

got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin'