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**k for shrimp To the ones that f**k for cum: If you ain't fittin' ta f**k Pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta f**k 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**hes; 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***a peak (peak) And let a n***a poke (poke) F**k a n***a from his street (street) And let a n***a stroke (stroke) See, I know that you a freak (freak) From pa**in' to my folk (folk) Let me bust it in yo' cheek (cheek) 'Til you muthaf**kin' choke (choke) It's nothin' but a G thang, baby, when you s** it Steady frontin' in yo' G-strang Go'on lemme f**k it See, we know that you a pro (pro) From shakin' and tuckin' We some grown muthaf**kas 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**hes, show it like ya mean it.. Chorus: (x2) (Pimp C) Uh...take it off, chick 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 s**in' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make ya feel when you see a pimp shine? b**h, you wastin' too much time.. Get back up on yo' grind (grind, grind...) Chorus: (x4) (Pimp C) I'm a country-a** n***a; I f**ked wit' yo' wife.. If yo' b**h come around We put some dick in her life 'Cause them n***as ain't real Must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down 'Cause they was bitin' too much co*k But what goes up, must come down.. While these b**hes s**in' dick And droppin' to the ground.. Every city, every town: I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' n***as bricks Keep a bad yellow b**h 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**k-a** n***a.. Ol' f**k-a** n***a, get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up...hol' up (uh)...UGK, b**h Uh (uh)...representin' that South...that South And this ain't no muthaf**kin'...hip hop records (f**k a** n***a); These country rap tunes Hol' up...uh So, you could separate us from the rest.. Like I tol' you the last time