|
Uh, hold up smoke something *******, uh, uh |
|
Everybody want to know why the airplane was late |
|
I was waiting for whitey to get ******* paper straight |
|
I'm an underground king *******, lets my nuts hang |
|
******* saying |
|
I'm only in ?? |
|
Ain't no thang ******* |
|
Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich |
|
I see em' in the streets, |
|
I ain't believing that *******t |
|
They diamonds ain't *******ning, and they |
|
Rolex ain't real |
|
While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills |
|
******* how them ******* feel, |
|
I'm working wood wheel |
|
In a 2000 |
|
Seville your stepdaddy can get killed |
|
If he keeps talking *******t, ain't no thang to get hit |
|
On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss |
|
But everywhere we go, we represent the south |
|
For Them *******s and |
|
Them girls with them golds in they mouth |
|
Them boys with them |
|
P's and O's in they house |
|
It's all about the trill ******* you ain't what this about...about...about [Chorus: Bun B] |
|
When you see me on the street, ******* don't say *******t |
|
Blowin' big on the sweep, ******* don't say *******t |
|
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball |
|
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't ******* with y'all |
|
When I see you at the show, ******* don't say *******t |
|
Acting bad with ya ho, ******* don't say *******t |
|
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball |
|
But everybody ain't trill so we ain't ******* with y'all [Verse 2: Bun B] |
|
Say, ******* ain't got *******t to hide |
|
I ain't got nothing to prove |
|
We ain't got nothing to gain but |
|
I got everything to lose |
|
So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue |
|
Pick and choose if |
|
I miss ya, stick and move when |
|
I diss ya |
|
Disapprove we can get ya and your bull*******t, |
|
I be the same |
|
The game will never be the same, |
|
It was made for me yo gain |
|
You see the thangs for me to name |
|
I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly |
|
Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many *******s pop collars and drop dollars |
|
Baby ballin' bull*******tter frontin' like rottweiliers |
|
No bark, no bite, but showing thangs |
|
Talking loud like they knowing thangs |
|
I'm from Texas *******, all we do is blow them thangs |
|
******* your clique, your corner, your city, your last name |
|
Stuck in the fast lane, ?? your ass mane |
|
Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night |
|
Got your ass in a fight |
|
It ain't no passing tonight [Chorus] [Verse 3: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob] |
|
People waiting, some be hating, |
|
I'll be shaking, they'll be faking |
|
Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall |
|
Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready |
|
For anybody crossing the line with that ******* *******t |
|
I got a ??, got a hoe, got a trunk with the funk |
|
Got the radio on pump when |
|
I come through a slump |
|
Remember me? |
|
The one that had your back up in the club? |
|
Remember me? |
|
The one that bring you on and show you love? |
|
Remember me? |
|
The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina |
|
With a rusty ass niner looking for trouble |
|
So what? I know the same streets you know |
|
Yeah so what? |
|
I go the same places you go |
|
I got the mark in my skin so you know my set |
|
I'm the heart, you the place, |
|
I'm always first, you always late |
|
I'm the king in these streets till the mutha******* end |
|
So you ******* with me, you gotta ******* with my friend [Chorus] |