It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones. Turnin whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone. — UGK Copy Share Image
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key. All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee. — UGK Copy Share Image
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go. Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" — UGK Copy Share Image
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit. We don't pull it out over little shit. — UGK Copy Share Image
Baby you been rollin solo, time to get down with the team because its greener on that other side if you know what I… — UGK Copy Share Image
We don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though. The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo. — UGK Copy Share Image
Uh! I done smashed up my flyin spurt, it wasn't shit I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit. — UGK Copy Share Image
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I "roll a lot of stones" — UGK Copy Share Image
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump. I ain't trippin about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk. — UGK Copy Share Image
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top. Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop. — UGK Copy Share Image
