Intro (Cellar Sounds Vol. 3: 1992-1998) lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. U.G. - “Intro (Cellar Sounds Vol. 3: 1992-1998)”
[Emcee(s): U.G.]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Additional Vocals: Nick Wiz]

[Hook: U.G.]
To my East Coast n*ggas (Come on! Come on!)
To my West Coast n*ggas (Come on! Give it to me!)
To my weed-smoking n*ggas (Come on!  Come on!)
To my ghetto-ass n*ggas (Come on! Give it to me!)
To my blunt-rolling shorties (Come on! Come on!)
To my dimed-out pieces (Come on! Give it to me!)
To my thugged-out n*ggas (Come on! Come on!)
To my willied-out n*ggas (Come on! Give it to me!)
To my…

[Verse 1: U.G.]
Rick
Rude rap, rugged, raw rhymes wreck reels
Run through roadblocks in a Rolls Royce, spitting rounds from
A revolver, reckless, split direct, kid, ridiculous
Rip kids, sip, ripple, it’s R.R
Don’t give a rat’s ass. Peace to Ras Kass. Roll right past
And blast your ass like a drive-by, run amok
The next runner-up? Run your jewels, jump in swimming pools
Butt-ass skinny-dipping with a skinny chicken wearing a girdle
Hurdle, burst your line like Herschel Walker running from roof
To roof, trying to find one to throw you off of
I lost the love, I lost my dame, I lost my chain
I lost my brain, insane like Cypress, B-Real
Hold each steel with two hands, have sex with two fans
They’re both sisters, my notes crisper, hold my liquor
Pose in picture danger-less, deranged stranger spits mucus on your
Girl’s pubics, trying to tickle her uterus, not new to this
Fluent sh*t, ADR rhymes are beyond your time zones
I’m climbing stones like King Kong did, get the bong lit
And inhale
[Interlude: Nick Wiz]
Ayyo, son, son, that’s it, bruh! Shut it down, bruh! It’s over! Uh!

[Verse 2: U.G.]
f*ck y’all
Fronting-ass, fake, fugazi n*ggas, Feds and crazy n*ggas
Spray the eighty n*ggas, sex with eighty b*tches, hex like Haiti b*tches
Want the crazy riches, scriptures split your transistor
In a van with your sister…