Bun B - Keep It 100 lyrics

[Chorus] All day and all night n***a anytime you see me I'ma keep it super tight I'm an underground king reppin' UGK Don't give a damn what a motherf**er say I'ma keep it (100) All night and all day n***a anytime you see me I'm reppin' PA This is UGK for life long live Pimp C And I'ma never let a n***a pimp me I'ma keep it (100) Cause its all that I've ever known All that I've ever been, all that I've ever shown Get your sh** together clone Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe I heard your album man if thats what you call it Another gangster fairytale for that sh** we ain't fallin' All you talkin' bout is slangin', bangin', bussin', and ballin' But I ain't see your scary a** all star in New Orleans I'm gettin' tired man this sh** is gettin' older than moses p**y n***as always poutin' with poses But all it really shows is how hard you ain't A n***a bust your a** in mouth you probably faint Not from the power of the punch, but the shock Cause you a coward and n***as gonna devour your lunch A bunch of n***as done tried, but ain't too many don't it like me Its Bun B the G and I'ma keep it one hundred [Chorus] Cause thats exactly what the trill do Ain't nobody tellin' me what I wont or I will do If I don't feel you, You lucky that I don't k** you Leavin'you leakin' till your out of mildew for real dude I got this sk** to don't make me have to show it Cause it'll be over before you know it You get one shot and I suggest you don't blow it If I do it I overdue it make you have to goin' sew it I'ma revolutionary black pistol You f**in' with fire, f** around and get a blister I f** with a poppa then f** around and hit a sister I'm an underground king motherf**er call me Mister Kilogram, Mr. Woodgrain, Mr. Brick, And unless you the Mrs. get off the Mr. dick Cause this the sh** that have motherf**ers runnin' for the hills From the king of the trill, cause I keep it one hundred [Chorus] Cause now a days motherf**ers lie Some to the face, some cant even look you in the eye Some in this place, some just have left, and some just comin' by A little later probably a little hater And they goin' feel the faders Tryin' to prove they the greatest And they still gonna be wronger than f**, so holla later I'm leavin' I'm not a waiter But ill end up serve you, tryin' to step up to the likes me, why the nerve of you Well I never and I do declare I'm bout to f** the game up now its best you prepare Put on your bib cause I'm fittin' to be spittin' That hot fire so you better bring mittens Cause yous a p**y and your partner is kitten's I do 'em and when I'm done they be like no he didn't Get your toilet paper n***a cause I'm fittin' to be sh**tin' Diariadict on haters with no quitin' and I'ma keep it one hundred [Chorus]