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The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

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 them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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 niggaz 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

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)
The, the underground, the, the underground   The, the underground, the, the, the underground   This is the, the underground, the, the underground   The, the, the underground, the, the underground      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 them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving   For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average   And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage      A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it   And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready   Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad   Niggaz 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 niggaz 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      I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns   I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the underground)      I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink   I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the, the underground)      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      I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns   I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the underground)      I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink   I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the, the underground)      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 niggaz 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      I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns   I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the underground)      I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink   I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the, the underground)      I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns   I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the underground)      I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink   I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint   What I represent?   (The, the underground, the, the underground)   What I represent?   (The, the, the underground)
 
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