Pourin' Up
Bun B Lyrics

Smoke somethin', bitch!
Let's relax and smoke some marijuana, shall we?

A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
This is part of our signature style that people notice and identify with us.

Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
Our young self knows what we're doing and where we're from (Texas).

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
We're smoking marijuana, drinking lean, and having sex with your woman (in a vulgar way).

All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
All my cars have high-quality interiors and in my neighborhood, we refer to them as 'buck.'

I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin lean up in my cup
I'm smoking marijuana, drinking lean, and keeping it in my cup.

Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
I'm driving a candy car, changing lanes while holding onto the steering wheel tightly, and selling cocaine from it.

Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy", gotta hot flame
I'm listening to Lil' Wayne, have a trunk full of firearms, and am a 'Hot Boy' with a lot of firepower.

And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
My women pay me for sex like Birdman (Baby), and that's the only way they can sleep with me.

Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
People have tried to kill me, but I'm still alive and well. They want me dead, but I'm still here.

But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
You can't keep up with me, and that's why I'm taking your woman.

How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
How can you be a pimp if you're having sex with your prostitute? I even told God that you're a sinner.

You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
You're taking these unattractive women to dinner, but they choose me because I'm a winner.

I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I'm manipulating her mind and confusing her like a blender. She needs a real father, and you're just pretending to be one.

I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I used to sell drugs, but now I steal women instead.

I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
I move around the streets like Steve Jackson, and people react strongly to hearing my name.

Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
I've gone by both Sweet Jones and Sweet James, and I've played around with people's minds and perceptions of me.

The nigga fell off 'cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city
That person's music is bad, and he needs to leave the city to find success.

The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty
This industry is tough, but there are attractive women. Let me take your white girlfriend from you.

Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows
Yes, you heard me correctly. I do what I know how to do.

Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes
I wear a platinum chain and Gucci clothing.

Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
I've paid my dues, and I don't intend on losing. I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes to look stylish.

In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac
In the winter, I wear a mink coat that matches my candy car, and I keep them both clean.

Uh! I'm comin' out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang
I'm appearing in public in my candy car with 8-carat diamond ring on my pinky finger.

Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang
I'll open the convertible top in the parking lot so everyone can see my car's deserts (rims) spin.

I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin' on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin' on
I keep candy car paint, 84's and vogue wheels on my car.

Momo wood grain I'm grippin' on, codeine in cup I'm sippin' on
I hold onto the Momo (a special kind of steering wheel) wood-grain steering wheel, and I drink codeine from a cup.

I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin' left and right then I turn up the bang
I dominate the road with my candy car, swerve left and right, and turn up the music volume.

They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I'm Mike Jones, and I became famous quickly. Can't you tell that by the diamonds on my wrists?

I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I'm riding on leather seats in my candy car, and I keep a handgun with me.

I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
I'm authentic just like Pimp C and Bun B, I treat women poorly and leave them behind.

I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
I'm repeating myself to emphasize that I'm authentic like Pimp C and Bun B and that I mistreat women.

When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin' out
When I show off my car and drive it around the neighborhood with 4's (rims) and vogue tires, it's quite loud.

When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
When we open the car's trunk and the convertible top, people may be shocked by how impressive it is.

Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back
My car has neon lights, candy-colored paint, and buckles and belts on the back seat.

Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi', maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Don't be rude or refer to my car as a Cadillac because it's more than that; it's a special 'Lac.

Some like it white but I'ma go to green, purple dro up in the swisha
Some people prefer their marijuana to be white, but I prefer it to be green. I smoke it with purple dro in a cigar wrap.

Horny ladies sittin' on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
There are horny women sitting on the car's front grille, and the wood-grain steering wheel is hard to miss.

We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later
We're 'G' (gangsters), so don't underestimate us. We've been here before, and we'll be here again.

Down wit' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you see hater
If you're 'down' with us, then you understand the 'G' Code. If you don't, then you're just a hater.

Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I can't deal with insult from you; it's not how I operate.

I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man {*screwed*}
I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, where we have our screwed-up style of music.

U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
UGK is our family (group), and this is how we operate.

Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
We'll bring our authentic group to your neighborhood and take over.

Playa you need to sit down, you outta' ya league
You need to step back and realize that you're out of your league.

Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue
If you try to compete with our authentic style, you might die of exhaustion.

You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight
You're not capable of handling the responsibilities or weight of our lifestyle.

Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight
You're not like us from the Lone Star State, so you need to realize it and get it straight.

We be
We are done.