"Uptown Shit" as written by Victor Padilla, Jorge Alvarez and Pete Nash....
featuring Kadi The Omen


Kurious sparks the buddha shit act like you knew the

The game fuck the fame shit is lame rather do the

bump bumpety bump with a stuntety stunt

Don't forget my name bitch I got what you want

Can't front on the man known to say "Yea yea"

It's the Puerto Rican wonder motherfucker don't stare

If you're vision's 20/20 best believe

I got plenty for that ass ha ha you know the steelo

Kilos ain't flipped so my ass is broke

Catch me on two-five, steamin the choke

Like the sauna word is bond I, step to a hoochie

That's the word for it, try to kick it honey diss me

I ignore it, sorta like the water is dense

Bitch think a nigga's rich, it don't make sense

Little brother The Omen hit up some shit that's fit

Represent for the peeps on some Uptown Shit

Chorus: repeat 2X

Yo it's the Uptown Shit - it's the Uptown Shit

Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit

Yo it's the Uptown Shit - it's the Uptown Shit

Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit

[The Omen]

Yeah! Skull snaps now I'm the pimp

Comin straight, it's The Omen with that Uptown Shit

Stride's kinda humble, stays cool with the strut

Graze a big butt, I step back, then I nut

Damn! I wish I got her but fuck the bitch

I flip with a twitch, pulls a nigga that's rich

So, I steps cool, acts like I know

Step to the block and join in some cee-lo

I roll 6-6-6 with the tricks cause it's fixed

Your head is banged so I got you in the mix

I spit the pul-like-a-pit

Now I'm leavin you.. on some Uptown Shit


Ha ha, check me out as the third introduct

Niggaz talkin the lip, but I don't give a fuck

It's the Uptown Shit, where honies shake their hips

And the fellas try to dip, in the Miracle Whip

One time it's the Rican with the low haircut

With the bitches that fuck, then swallow the nut

Straight facts from a cat who will give you the scoop

I be Knockin more Boots than that H-Town group

So give me mine Poppa Duka when I race your Koopa Troopa

in a, Mario Kart, niggaz dread me from the start

Don't fuck around kid if you ain't prepared

Cause a nigga whose scared, is a nigga who ain't there!



Check it out

There it is, hear the sound, got a blunt, bust me down

Forty-five, no St. Ide's, it's the wines that I dine

Chickenhead shit is dead, you're gettin me fed

Slide up the block I hear, "WHATTUP KID?"

Yeah yeah, Kurious, save the mess for the rest

Known for takin buddha sess, straight to the chest

Slide to the rucka every week's the same

Strictly checkin for ass, motherfuck the game

Pysch, I sneak a peak at my main man Tone

Only bitches I sweat, is the bitches that bone

Puffin on a loose bitch exhale fast

I throw my dick in your mouth

Have you blowin rings out your fuckin ass..

.. til it's time to quit

Whattup to Big Trey on some Uptown Shit

Chorus w/ variations

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"Uptown Shit" as written by Pete Nash Jorge Alvarez


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