Hit The Block Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

UGK 

Underground Kings 

Hit The Block 

Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block 

G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block 

G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block 

Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block 

Get it, let's get it 

Get that money mayne, get that money mayne 

Let's get that money mayne, c'mon 

Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough 

Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough 

Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough 

Get that cheese, get that dough, get that cheese, get that dough 

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Let's go, yeah, let's go 

What? What? 

Let's get it, yeah 

Let's get it, what? What? 

Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is (is) 

Let's get down to the block and get that handlin this biz 

Call the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas (what?) 

Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest (huh) 

I got my mind on my paper (paper) it's time for collectin ('lectin) 

My issue you neglectin, seem to me you disrespectin 

Boy don't play with my pape's cause I'ma gon' spray where you stay 

Pull out that K in a day and get done away like you fake 

Straight out P-A short Texas, servin trees on the West (West) 

A money-makin machine, nigga I do it best 

With the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash 

So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass 

Cause I gotta 

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Uhh, I got a 'Llac with a stash spot 

Spot, for that plastic heater in the glass knot 

Get the cheese, whip the blow, hit the sneeze, hit the dro 

She on her knees in the low, I make 'em get down on the flo' 

Flo', you niggaz say you want a better price 

Price, you got it but it ain't gon' hook right 

Drop seven on lock tight, fuck wit it the whole night 

Try to hit and she hid the Sprite, got you mad like Tina and Ike 

Ike, my product always cover up good 

Good, nigga I can put that on my neighborhood 

Hold Arthur right on the water, white powder and hella snorter 

Nigga wanna buy eight I brought 'em 

slowly off and then I ate in the squadda 

Uhh, now nigga look at how the time change 

Change, check out the Jordans on this wide frame 

Whippin out and grippin gram, new truck or candy slant 

Makin young girls drop it I, hit the slab bitch hit the block 

Let me get these niggaz for you Pimp! 

Let me handle this shit for you Bun, I got you! 

You know it's a team, UGK alumni 

Ain't nuttin! 

I got a, fresh connect a Betty bubble up out the pirate 

Ask yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past 

Besides that, nigga current or make five cents 

It's seven eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that 

By fifty thousand, no more browsin, bitch I'm buyin that 

I'm ridin 'Llac with three old Benzes right behind that 

Fifth comin down we be flexin, fives and sixes in GTS's 

Chrome tips with VVS's, neck and chest in VVS's 

Oh yes it's, the mob better get your mind right 

Ay Tip ain't goin home, that don't even sound right 

You niggaz actin like a broad, I don't wanna fight 

Nah I ain't gon' squab but I will have a gun fight 

We finna hit the streets with the glock, with the G's in the block 

Trappin on like a traffic stop, then sooner or later I have a knot 

Got money from Bankhead to Groverland, fuck your head back to Simpson Road 

Down South fakers known for gettin paper 

then some of the hill niggaz still know, for sho' they know