Ah yeah 2010 and we still rolling You know Bun My dad used to tell me every time he thought he knew it all Something new would come up So at this time
And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as steel Big Bun muthafucka, representin' for
only) Come on through and kick it with your trill homie Showtime's midnight, we ready as we gonna be (be) A packed house and you know it's all on me (
to give you Poonana Nina gets brain cause my money game is insane I'm a hip hop hall of famer Nina gots grills so the bitches wanna know me Wrists don
back in an Enzo All red What if real niggas was all dead? What if Hiliary and them were reptilian? And 20-12 was the end of men, and all world civilians
We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones Traveling across the world while we smoking the bone We all here grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do We
van When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trash Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas
live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk I live for the funk, I
Prayin? God forgive us for being sinners, help us out Sky?s the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin? on Sky?s the limit and you know
[Don Cisco] Yeah Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang Tryin' to do my thang [Chorus: Don Cisco] With my momma up in heaven Hope I don't
a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody
they don't even know where my heart at, heart at And I don't even know where to start at, start at [KRS-One] But this your conscience speakin No time for
is our cologne a?? we grindin House-landin homes a?? we ballin Used to the game a?? we payed 'em Hits for y'all the sing a?? we bring 'em Oh my, look
entrance, so back on up 'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip, shit up Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know
'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be If they ain't with us they must be against us We shoot 'em
the party all night to the breaking dance So keep me dancing, dancing all night, all night Yeah, Reggae Tony, pa' la honey (Yeah) Still around and move for
power Thanks to strange music I'm comin' and all my Enemies they runnin' Now all my haters bummin' 'Cause I was summoned We kansas city players And we 'bout sold game We
[Hook] Watch yo mouth when you're talkin to me, I'll knock you out (One! Two!) Piece definately I hold it (down) For my block, for my hood, for my sector