Ahh, yeah, rap a lot back in the house, once again With the trillest of the Trill, Bun B The new president of the South Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we
Yo Bun, it's yo time, and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters, who suffer at the hands of the innocent. [Bun B] It's been a long time
That's what this is and shit ain't no shame in mine [Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing] [Bun B] Back on that bullshit so bring in the
t make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal Then you gon' undastand that Bun B is foreva trill [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B (T-Pain)] (Ohh, do you swear to keep it gangsta?) Gangsta
the blunt So don't be stuntin, respect that chickens and boppas be on me And Yeah I'm prolly in the projects with some lil'niggas that's wanted In the
the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater
!!! [Verse - Slim Thug] I'm that new problem outta Houston, you got word of that? It's Slim Thug and Neptunes, I know you heard of that Ask your
(Verse 3: Bun-B) You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's Rockin' this newest experiment in some next season clothes I guess that's the reason ho's
I rep them underground kings, Fuck Boy, Pimp and Bun If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you some It must be the ice or the money that
thoed, we just start Now that UGK done hooked up with that, DSR It's a wrap, all haters bow down go on and chill It's some new sheriffs in town, that's
Fu**In fresh, that the B***HES Wanna Bite me Got A Black Choppa, And A Black Tee, Me And Bun-B RIP Mc Free boosie, Free my niqqa, Free Willy, Ya Feel
Bun B Twistin' on some green spinach And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it This is for the Bourbans and the Cadillac's With the tens
my nigga Bun B Twistin' on some green spinach And niggas still trippin', I aint dead, I'm still in it This is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's With the
a bwoy slip Evidently, them a no badman Them always talk 'bout them a gangsta of the century Whe them a do, whe them a try Come dis badman fool that
get her It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay You could run and tell ya friends that I'm on I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
in my (Bun B) Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them
Diamonds shinin, gangsta grill look like a hundred grand Now thats a Texas thang mayn, you wouldnt understand We got that country grammer just like the St.Lunatics In Texas (we screwed up!) Thats
s My clique ain't hurtin, haul to the bank First N.B.C. Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's B Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's It's