What I Represent - Bun B, Bun B, UGK

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 niggas living they life like a savage

A lot of niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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

(Hook) — Repeat 2X