from a payphone. Why? Cuz i got OG bread. Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred
Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B,
B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen Got me some bread, made some paper Costly
spoke, splash on 'em and smash on 'em Then fire up the swishy sweet and leave the ash on 'em 'Cause Bun B is a winner, put your cash on 'em Or cash out
goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there They ain't powerful
some cabbage patch Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an
It say 200 but it go a little over Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa We can bet on any point on the dice Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em
did this man? So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King.. the King of Crunk.. and King
a brand new toy [Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby (Get 'em girl, get 'em girl
red and blue lights to get the green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain, bad man, bad
worse First I put a curse on every verse I kind of got outrageous Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the B-I-T-C-Hes Drop some verses for
to my motherfuckin' cranium Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker Niggaz in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em
Niggaz stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny The realest niggaz never took nuthin' from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk And hate kids got
and things about to change Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane Your girl is lame, what? Want a bitch like me, what? If it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em
twenty percent they goin' upstate and shit There's no way out except knowledge and wisdom I got it so I spit 'em you ain't got it you gotta get 'em
, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba Got 'em
lot of niggaz bitin' off my old style flow But up off the subject, you know I shut 'em down an' I think I seen 'em sinkin', matter fact I seen 'em drownin
Bad meaning, bad meaning, don't stop You know you're itchy when he cuts it up Place get wet as he cuts it up Pure madness on wheels, throw 'em up, throw