City Lights

[Intro: Pimp C]

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C | Redman]

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights (Yeah)

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights

(Brick City, I see you)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights (Yes, sir)

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

(Yeah, check it out, niggas, yo, yo)

[Verse 1: Redman | Pimp C | Both]

I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky

Hit 145 by like 12 twinkies

Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it

I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like J. Pinkett

Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way

I shit on folks, the opposite of R.K​

I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood

Doc on your mind all the time like New E-R-A

Who am I? That nigga too fly

My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines

I ain't lying, I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard

I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard

This class here, nigga, is for the underground

UGK, Doc and Meth, lockin' the summer down

And I ain't playin' games, homie, so get it right

'Cause I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C]

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights (Pimp C, what's good, nigga?)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights (B.G., what's good, nigga?)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights (TC, I see you, mayne)

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

[Verse 2: Method Man | Pimp C | Both]

Yo, yo, I dropped in '95, now I'm on 95

South in the Dirty, been "Ridin' Dirty" since Dirty died

I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified

And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive

I make it happen, homie, I take you back when I was wearing ponies

And them older niggas was snappin' on me

How many rappers know me? I know what cash showed ya

Face it, this game I take it in holy matrimony

And now can't nothing hold me, I fucks with UGK

Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray

You either in it, pimpin', or you just in the way

I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today

Two things to know about me, I guess I'll never change

And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rains

And I ain't playing games wit' ya, so get it right

And I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C | Redman | Bun B]

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights

(8Ball and MJG, I see ya)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights

(Geto Boys, I see you)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

Yeah, UGK for life, R.I.P. to the Pimp

This for you, baby bro

[Verse 3: Bun B | Pimp C]

Well, the king of the trill is up in this bitch

Drop the top, but I hit the switch

You see my leather seats tucked and stitched

Texas, nigga, we gettin' rich

Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch

G-Code, nigga, we don't love the po-po

No more swag, mayne, pass the doe doe

We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo

I'm 'bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread

Mayne, I be tryna stop the violence nowadays so it's dead

I'm poppin' the trunk and grabbin' that chopper, puttin' that K to ya head

I'd rather be laying up in the bed with your baby M.A. gettin' head, yeah

My Cadillac car is candy painted, drippin' like burnin' dick

My steering wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick

I'm ridin' Vogues, black with yellow stripes like a Steeler

And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 wheeler

A slab peeler when I mash out in the Caddy

Leanin' back up on the leather, mayne, and smokin' on a fatty

This UGK 4 Life, if you ain't know you better get it right

Why? I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

[Chorus: Pimp C | Redman]

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights

(Paul Wall, I see you)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

(Slim Thug, I see you)

Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights

(Mike Jones, I see you)

I get tore, I get tore up under city lights

Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

[Outro: Redman]

UGK, Redman, Method Man in the fuckin' building, bitch

[Interlude: DJ Say What]

This is DJ Say What, comin' to you live from WKYA Radio. It's about 95 degrees outside, so I know a lotta ass and toes are showing. But right about now, you're checking out the new Red and Meth album. This is BO 2, bitch!