Kurious - Uptown Shit Lyrics
[kurious]Kurious sparks the buddha, shit act like you knew theThe game ***** the fame shit is lame rather do theBump bumpety bump with a stuntety stuntDont forget my name *****, I got what you wantCant front on the man known to say yea yeaIts the puerto rican wonder mother*****er dont stareIf youre visions 20/20 best believeI got plenty for that ass -- ha ha, you know the steeloKilos aint flipped so my ass is brokeCatch me on two-five, steamin the chokeLike the sauna word is bond i, step to a hoochieThats the word for it, try to kick it honey diss meI ignore it, sorta like the water is dense***** think a niggas rich, it dont make senseLittle brother the omen hit up some shit thats fitRepresent for the peeps on some uptown shitChorus: repeat 2xYo its the uptown shit - its the uptown shitCheck the uptown shit - strictly uptown shitYo its the uptown shit - its the uptown shitCheck the uptown shit - strictly uptown shit[the omen]Yeah! skull snaps now Im the pimpComin straight, its the omen with that uptown shitStrides kinda humble, stays cool with the strutGraze a big butt, I step back, then I nutDamn! I wish I got her but ***** the *****I flip with a twitch, pulls a nigga thats richSo, I steps cool, acts like I knowStep to the block and join in some cee-loI roll 6-6-6 with the tricks cause its fixedYour head is banged so I got you in the mixI spit the pul-like-a-pitNow Im leavin you.. on some uptown shit[kadi]Ha ha, check me out as the third introductNiggaz talkin the lip, but I dont give a *****Its the uptown shit, where honies shake their hipsAnd the fellas try to dip, in the miracle whipOne time its the rican with the low haircutWith the *****es that *****, then swallow the nutStraight facts from a cat who will give you the scoopI be knockin more boots than that h-town groupSo give me mine poppa duka when I race your koopa troopaIn a, mario kart, niggaz dread me from the startDont ***** around kid if you aint preparedCause a nigga whose scared, is a nigga who aint there!Chorus[kurious]Check it outThere it is, hear the sound, got a blunt, bust me downForty-five, no st. ides, its the wines that I dineChickenhead shit is dead, youre gettin me fedSlide up the block I hear, whattup kid?Yeah yeah, kurious, save the mess for the restKnown for takin buddha sess, straight to the chestSlide to the rucka every weeks the sameStrictly checkin for ass, mother***** the gamePysch, I sneak a peak at my main man toneOnly *****es I sweat, is the *****es that bonePuffin on a loose ***** exhale fastI throw my dick in your mouthHave you blowin rings out your *****in ass.... til its time to quitWhattup to big trey on some uptown shitChorus w/ variations
