Next Up (Explicit)

Next Up Featuring Big Daddy Kane And Kool G Rap - UGK

Gawddayum I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout

But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that make niggaz walk slow talk low

With white chalk o mi casa be siete uno ocho

Brooklyn motherf**ker handle this

Pardon my Spanish and French

Okay I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather

Till your face sever one of the greatest ever

Beyond ringin' bells my name's so demandin'

Sh*t I got the swagger that'll leave dakota fanning

I hope you niggaz over standin' I stay sucker free

The next king of in the game you ain't got enough to be

Your career last a week that'll be luckily

F**k with me the rap game'll need protective custody

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with women

Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim

Feel the wrath of Kane and you could not escape

The hip hop version of â the ring' and you just watched the tape

And keep your eyes on the niggas in ward

Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board

Me or my brother on pall with n'am ni**a

We trill workin' the wheel understand ni**a

I smother and split a b**ch down to the tendon

High pressure if you don't break your a** bendin'

I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin'

You flex with me tonight playa you dead by the mornin'

Bun Beater the best ever breathin' or deceased

From the south to midwest Cali to the east

Go to any city ni**a and bring my name up

I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up

Call a ni**a up email him or chirp him

Make a meal out his motherf**kin' a** and then burp him

Don't f**k around I'm not your lil' homey

I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me

Homie we big steppin' big reppin'

We givin' kids Smith 'n Wesson's lessons you get left with a sketchin'

Left with the midwest clique Texans

G and daddy Kane the click Texas pop you to death

I put private planes on swift Jetsons niggaz know what it is

When you see the ball cap and a slick thessons

Till you strip vexin' to a movie clip from the westerns

Sh*t from the Uzi clip lift up your midsection

He willduce you to the nose on the Glock fam

Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band

Multiple holes you get those on your top man

High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand

We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams

And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance

Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em â hot pants'

I make your girl get down and open it up

Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt

I'm a young hot street flame they call me sweet James

Or call me Sir Jones two hundred dollar cologne

Board nine or Issey Miyaki

I got your girl mine meat strong like saki

I ain't rocky but I keep her rockin'

F**k around I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket

Your b**ch out of pocket she under pimpery

She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in

On my Lamborghini with the quick scream

Fettucini linguine shrimp and a bowl of lean

What you know about gettin' cross country

Ni**a your piece big but your diamond look monkey

You need to take that sh*t back

That ain't no emmy diamonds what the f**k you done to that

B**ch what the f**k you done to that

Now damn somebody need to beat Jacob a** over that