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 niggas (Come on! Come on!) To my West Coast niggas (Come on! Give it to me!) To my weed-smoking niggas (Come on!  Come on!) To my ghetto-ass niggas (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 niggas (Come on! Come on!) To my willied-out niggas (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 shit, 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.] Fuck y'all Fronting-ass, fake, fugazi niggas, Feds and crazy niggas Spray the eighty niggas, sex with eighty bitches, hex like Haiti bitches Want the crazy riches, scriptures split your transistor In a van with your sister…