Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family Affair, artist - Ugk.
Date of issue: 11.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family Affair |
Comin' through, bumpin' screw, blowin' sweet red hair |
Bitches slippin' I ain’t trippin' it’s a family affair |
If ya click ain’t family then ya click ain’t shit |
Most niggas come around ya just to ride ya dick |
Cause ya got deep investments in the girl called crack |
And ya pimp her and ya pipe her and she pay fo' yo Lac |
Fool, you make a lot of money but cha' talk too much |
Countin' chickens that just eggs’ll get cha' caught in a fuss |
Makin' false accusations, fake boot in yo mug |
Niggas trippin on that click’ll take yo life and yo drugs |
Cause out here ain’t no love, just Miller’s and killers |
And some trilla life ass niggas, pimpin' hoes like gorillas |
Niggas in Caddys say scrilla but to me it’s just ends |
I’d rather roll 96' Lac than a 83' Benz |
If you got murderers in yo family put cho' blunt in the air |
Flippin' and dippin' me and yo chicken, it’s a family affair |
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it’s a family affair |
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it’s a family affair |
It’s a family affair, it’s a family affair |
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it’s a family affair |
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it’s a family affair |
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it’s a family affair |
It’s a family affair, it’s a family affair |
Candy paint, sweets and dank, it’s a family affair |
Port Arthur, Texas represented by long lines and G’s |
Where niggas’ll fuck you out cho' money, yo mind, yo keys |
From the days of Pugh boys, tries and Mickey D’s fight |
The fact that Beans was tight, B.V. on Sunday night |
We had the first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown |
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down |
My DJ burns Volvo, Ski-Daddy and Big Mitch |
J.B. and Big Bun one crazy son of a bitch |
Y.G.'s, Lil' Daze, Rat Raw, and Ty B. and the rest |
The Louis Manor Posse, some of Port Arthur’s best |
And Carver Terrace, known as Jesse Prince House |
Westside got that way and that power will dismiss y’all |
BJ, Savanah, 5−0-3, 8th Street and mini-mart |
Reventual and Beverly’s is full of fools with plenty heart |
And Villa, Main, Jefferson, Rampart longs in ya face |
With Swisha Sweet Houses all over the place |
Cause it’s a family affair |
Hold up, gots to holla at the playas from my city |
Real, trill ballers makin' half ass hustlers look shitty |
Talkin' bout Linda Brown, Kita Shirley scratch |
That chicken coupe, with a flock of birds ready to hatch |
Lil' Earl, Big Boy fool and Percy Blake our brew |
Lil' Block, O.B., Squeak can’t forget about you |
B.J., Kiyay, Spoon-Guy we been down here long |
Lil' Lynn and K-I-R yeah them boys real strong |
Gary Ellis, B. Cricket, Dooky, Shandre Shagg |
J-Will, Kite, the sinuses’ll kill smokin' big bags |
Wreckin' Crew, R-B-J, Lucky’s in the shack |
Yeah that P.A. |
click, they got them stacks and that’s a fact |
I’m a pimp ass nigga, so I collect riches |
Don’t spend my time trickin' with hoes |
Ain’t supposed to hang with no snitches |
Now niggas down with this, or down for offerin' shallow pockets |
But when the drama jump down ain’t nobody down but cha' mama |
Some women fuck they men a lot, they think they pussy the bomb |
No matter how much she fuck him, he in another bitch arm |
And even though you sucked the mushroom head of his dick |
He still gon' go back to them hoes cause in his heart he a trick |
And yo bank account lookin' low |
My pimpin' is straight lookin' thick |
She’s see the ho and I’m the pimp and straight dis this shit |
You can’t say ya guard low and ya covers is bare |
One of my hoes just broke a trick and it’s a family affair |