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C-c-come 'n do it, Bun C-c-come 'n do it, Bun C-c-come 'n do it, Bun C-c-come 'n do it, Bun (Bun) Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun) Servin' 'em rocks,
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Draped up and dripped out, know what I
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
Smoke somethin', bitch UGK, hold up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin'
Alright, alright, alright Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Alright, alright Alright, alright, alright Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Alright, alright It's
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me But yo ass gonna learn and
Yeah (Yeah) Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats
I say gentlemen, ladies, bad ass, out of control babies It's the return of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fr-Fresh, Fr-Fr-Fresh Fr-Fr-Fresh,
Hey, Hey, we keepin it treal, samba baby [chorus:] If u need love im lovin, if u need a thug im thuggin, whatever u need girl ima hold u down, need
'Cause we don't come out till after dark With nothing less than 28 grams of spark And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip Every time that it's time to
Hold up, Mddl Fngz up Pussy Ass Niggas Down nigga Htown texas stand up Southwest, sunnyside, PA we up in here baby Holla, know'm talking bout [Bun
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America, We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The Beginning Of A New Era. And Now The Speaker Of The
The, the underground, the, the underground The, the underground, the, the, the underground This is the, the underground, the, the underground The, the
I still, I still, I still, I still I still, I still, I still, tote steel I still tote steel, I still tote steel I still, ha I still tote steel, give
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head 'Bout
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys Or your local neighborhood robbers Baby, I got to keep on pushin'