UGK Let Me See It Lyrics

Pimp C
Let me see it, hold up...hol' up
Let me see it, uh...hol' up...let me see it
Let me see it...(repeat)
Bend over lemme see it,
Let me see it...(repeat)
Bend over lemme see it...

Bun B:
Now, from the city that I live in
To the city where I'm from,
For all the hoes that we done did,
And the hoes that we ain't done,
From the ones that f___ for shrimp,
To the ones that f___ for c__:
If you ain't fittin' ta f___ Pimp,
Then you ain't fittin' ta f___ Bun.
Got some hoes from the 'hood ('hood)
That live to keep it live (live),
And some office buildin' boppers (boppers),
Workin' 9 to 5 (five).
Ball playa baby mama b____es;
But to me it ain't no thang
Let that monkey hang, baby,
Let me see it...

Chorus: (Pimp C) (x4)
Let me see it, let me see it,
Let me see it, let me see it,
Let me see it, let me see it,
Bend over, let me see it...

Bun B:
Go'on and let a n____ peak (peak),
And let a n____ poke (poke),
f___ a n____ from his street (street),
And let a n____ stroke (stroke).
See, I know that you a freak (freak)
From passin' to my folk (folk),
Let me bust it in yo' cheek (cheek),
'Til you m____fuckin' choke (choke).
It's nothin' but a G thang, baby, when you suck it
Steady frontin' in yo' G-strang,
Go'on lemme f___ it.
See, we know that you a pro (pro),
From shakin' and tuckin'
We some grown m____fuckas,
Like ta get naked, buck it.
From the back (back), to the front (front),
And to the side (side),
In the 'Lac ('Lac), wit' a blunt (blunt),
Now, where the light (light)?
It's a fact (fact): I've seen it,
Lemme get in between it,
Now, over bend, once again,
b____es, show it like ya mean it...

Chorus: (x2)

Pimp C:
Uh...take it off, b____
Bend over, lemme see it
I'm Sweet James Jones,
And a trick: I couldn't be it.
Got a young brown stallion
And she 20 years old,
When she pop it from the back,
You see that hairy a__hole.
From the A-T-L hoes, to the H-town strippers,
To the boppers in DeVille,
That's suckin' us and pullin' zippers.
Now, it how it make ya feel when you see a pimp shine?
b____, you wastin' too much time...
Git back up on yo' grind (grind, grind...)

Chorus: (x4)

Pimp C:
I'm a country-a__ n____;
I f___ed wit' yo' wife...
If yo' b____ come around,
We put some d___ in her life.
'Cause them n____s ain't real
Must'a started smokin' rocks,
It all fell down,
'Cause they was bitin' too much Pac.
But what goes up, must come down...
While these b____es suckin' d___,
And droppin' to the ground...
Every city, every town:
I'm ballin' in the mix.
I'm servin' n____s bricks,
Keep a bad yellow b____
On my team...sippin' lean
Ain't no thang of the past;
The '84 Beritz with the slant-back a__.
Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo',
Instead of stackin' cheese,
He steady screamin' to that ho...
Let me see it.

Pimp C:
f___-a__ n____...
Ol' f___-a__ n____, git yo' mind on yo' money.
Hol' up...hol' up (uh)...UGK, b____
Uh (uh)...representin' that South...that South
And this ain't no m____fuckin'...hip hop records (f___ a__ n____);
These country rap tunes.
Hol' up...uh
So, you could separate us from the rest...
Like I tol' you the last time.