MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
bun-b - all a dream
Chorus - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and
Notorious B.I.G. sample]
It was all a dream, thinkin 'bout the fortune and fame
Hopin one day I could get in the game
It was all a dream, wishin for the money and cars
And to live the lifestyle of the stars
It was all a dream, livin through the struggle and pain
Tryin not to fall out of the frame
It was all a dream, until I seen my dream come true
Now I'm a make it do what it do
'Cause it was all a dream
[Verse 1 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout]
I'm from the hood player, check my stats
I grew up in the ghetto with the roaches and the rats
(and the rats)
We used to shoot basketball through a bike rim (rim)
Lookin at Jordan, wantin to be like him (him)
Syrup sandwiches, sugar water drink (drinks)
I look back at my past and man I got to think (think)
Of where I came from (from) and what I've been through (through)
'Cause for some man, the saga still continues ('ues)
I remember, my days as a young'n
The alley ways and back streets we used to run in
Who knew back then that some would kill
and some would die? 'Cause on the real
[Chorus - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample]
[Verse 2 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout]
I'm from the hood player, check my photos (my photos)
I used to be up all night on no doze (on no doze)
I had a dollar and a destiny (destiny)
And everyday man, the streets kept testin me (testin me)
With peer pressure (pressure) and even poverty (poverty)
But see I can't stop now, man there's got to be
A better life for me (life for me), I want the glory
But they won't give it to me and they won't do it for me
(do it for me)
So I'm a pray on it and give it up to God (God)
Then wipe myself off, get up and go hard (hard)
I lost a lot of good friends on the way
That's why I'm tryin harder every day
[Chorus - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample]
[Verse 3 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout]
I'm from the hood player, check my pedigree
(pedigree)
And nowadays man, I'm tryin to be a better me
(better me)
You see I'm older (older) and even smarter now
(smarter now)
So I got to hold my son and my daughter down
(daughter down)
And I'm a always keep it real with my kids
(my kids)
So they don't have to go through what I did
(I did)
'Cause they can climb higher than we ever climbed
(ever climbed)
And they can shine brighter than we ever shined
(ever shined)
See the next generation is the future (future)
And yeah the game's a little different than you're used to
(used to)
But don't give up, just stay true
'Cause if I did it, than you can too
[Chorus - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and
Notorious B.I.G. sample until the end]
By Diegão
bun-b - angel in the sky
[Chorus: Razah]
There's an angel in the sky watchin over me
Watchin over me yeahhhh, ooh-ooh-oooooh
There's an angel in the sky watchin over me
Watchin over me yeahhhh, ooh-ooh-oooooh
[Bun B]
They say it's always darkest before the dawn (before the dawn)
And that you don't know what you got until it's gone (until it's gone)
I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong
And that's why I gots to write this song, now c'mon (now c'mon)
Say man I thought it would of been a long time for us (time for us)
And many more years on the grind for us (grind for us)
I thought the future held a lot for us both and it was brighter
We were super tight but finna be super tighter (super tighter)
I guess I just assumed we had more time
For us to make more music (music) and write more rhymes (rhymes)
But never in my life could I ever have seen
that I would ever have to lose the other half of my team (for real)
You take away the glitter, the gold and the gleam
Say man I wonder to myself what does it all really mean
Nothin without the people you love
Say man I miss my brother, but I know he's lookin down from above
And there's an angel
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
It all began on Shreveport Ave., sittin off in the den
Makin beats and puttin paper to pen
We was determined to win, and you couldn't tell us different
Mama West was cool with it but Monroe kept trippin (he kept trippin)
It seems just like yesterday sometimes
Sittin in ya bedroom (huh) writin dumb rhymes (man)
You makin beats on the insonic (sonic)
And we was smokin dirt weed cause it wasn't no chronic (wasn't no chronic)
I still remember when we started the crew
It was me, Mitchell, Queen, Jamal, Jackson and you
Started out as 4BM but then we ended with two
That's when we introduced the world to the U
to the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd
Pimp C and Bun B, we kept it G, say word (say word)
Who woulda known back in '92
In 2008 I'd have to write a song sayin I miss you but it's true
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Just for the record let me go ahead and say
I love my brother Pimp C and man I miss him every day
Yeah my heart still hurts (hurts) and the pain's still fresh (fresh)
But I'ma put God first, to keep that pressure off my chest
And remind me that I'm blessed to have had him, as a friend (friend)
A ride or die homie that was with me 'til the end ('til the end)
Real talk, man we was closer than kin
And I know, that I'll never have a partner like that again (like that again)
So Chad Butler I just want you to know
I keep ya memory close, I'm never lettin it go (lettin it go)
And they gon' always remember that you was here mayne (mayne)
Cause I'ma make 'em remember, that's why I'm here mayne (mayne)
Yeah it's still hard (hard) and I still cry (cry)
But you and God keep me strong so I'ma still try (try)
Reppin this UGK now won't I (huh)
Cause through your music you live forever so Trill (Trill) don't die
[Razah]
I know your watchin over me
Last night I saw you in my dream
At the crossroads I'll see you there
At the crossroads, I'll see you there
My friend, my brother 'til the end
Can't wait to see you again
Save a place in heaven for me
Save a place in heaven for me
[Chorus]
bun-b - bun
Co-co-co-come n do it, Bun [4x]
(Bun)
Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun)
Servin em rocks, nigga (Bun)
Strapped wit them glocks and U know (Bun)
Keepin em cocked, nigga (Bun)
They bout the bullshit cuz (Bun)
Nobody's issue so (Bun)
Bustin that pistol so U know (Bun)
They fin to miss U, see cuz (Bun)
Straight out the hood, nigga (Bun)
Fresh out the cuts (Bun)
Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun)
Holdin these nuts, U know dat (Bun)
Paintin a real picture (Bun)
They wit that speakin cuz (Bun)
So get to poppin off and (Bun)
Gon leave U leakin if its (Bun)
U know it's certified (Bun)
They with them games cuz (Bun)
We whoopin ass then (Bun)
We takin names U see (Bun)
Jump on a Benz is it (Bun)
Jump on a Lac shit (Bun)
Jump on what U wanna (Bun)
Cuz we countin stacks rollin (Bun)
Man U gon see ya paper (Bun)
About his cash cuz (Bun)
Gon get his grind on it (Bun)
He's bound to mash, nigga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
Bun B be, King of the Unda-unda-undaground
U can't fuck wit that
(Bun)
I'm an O to the G (Bun)
From U-G to the K (Bun)
The middle fingaz up (Bun)
I be reppin the P.A. (Bun)
A dirty south nigga (Bun)
One of them Texas boyz (Bun)
We grippin grain and U see (Bun)
Drippin this Texas toys (Bun)
He be drippin his paint (Bun)
He be poppin his trunk (Bun)
He be swangin his ladies (Bun)
He make boppers get crunk (Bun)
Gon get his lean on so (Bun)
Gon crack a seal and (Bun)
Be sittin sidewayz cuz (Bun)
Jump off the bill U see (Bun)
Rollin on 22's (Bun)
Got 24's too (Bun)
Ride when he want to cuz (Bun)
Do what he s'pose to and (Bun)
About his clique, nigga (Bun)
Ain't bout a bitch cuz (Bun)
Known as the only way that (Bun)
We stayin rich, nigga (Bun)
Give a fuck bout a snitch (Bun)
Gon put two in his dome (Bun)
We ain't bout sittin in jail (Bun)
We bout sittin at home (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
[HOOK (4x)]
(Bun)
We spittin raw, nigga (Bun)
We spittin fire, nigga (Bun)
We duckin the feds cuz (Bun)
?? wire, nigga (Bun)
Buddies are workin (Bun)
Ain't gotta hide, nigga (Bun)
So speak from the heart cuz (Bun)
It's not a lie, nigga (Bun)
Rep for the Eastside and (Bun)
Rep for the West but (Bun)
Don't stand for foolishness cuz (Bun)
Put it to rest, nigga (Bun)
We got the medicine cuz (Bun)
Know that U sick and (Bun)
T.P.P. on the bitch cuz (Bun)
Know he the shit, nigga (Bun)
We get gangsta wit it (Bun)
They put them hands on U (Bun)
They put U on your back and (Bun)
Fuckin stand on U (Bun)
They'll call the man on U (Bun)
He's not a hater cuz (Bun)
Just like a Big Tymer (Bun)
A heavy-weighter, nigga (Bun)
A big rim ridah (Bun)
A big body swanger (Bun)
A big slab glidah (Bun)
An 84 clanga (Bun)
This is hard as it goes (Bun)
This is trill as it gets (Bun)
Ain't gotta ask U, nigga (Bun)
Know U feelin this shit (Bun)
bun-b - countin money
[Intro]
Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4)
[Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)]
Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr
(This that straight my, straight my)
[Chorus]
Money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all, money all day
[Bun B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta where I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day fuckin' long
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti - Verse 2]
Money totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this money here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows
Count money all day, count money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper, so I count my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane - Verse 3]
It's me Gucci
I'm the shit bitch you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down back up
In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don't you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras
[Chorus]
By Diegão
bun-b - damn i m cold
Fuck you right all right
Going at your neck like a xxxxxx dog bites
I woke up this morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror and said damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp xxxx nigga keep paying my hoe
Damn I'm cold man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold
[Bun-B:]
Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rims?
Or the bracelet, face you feel the chill in yo vains
Could it be from bun b or that boy lil wayne
[Lil Wayne:]
Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs
Got on a couple gold chains so dang it dang
I swang a thang, from lane to lane
Yeah, it's getting hot and you starting to feel the flame
Bun
[Bun-B:]
It's getting brick and you starting to feel a breeze
And the temperature's going down
Besta get you some sleeves
And you besta get you some g's
Fore you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the north pole
[Lil Wayne:]
Like brrrrrrrrr
Machine gun brrrrrrrrrr
I am a beast grrrrrrr
Money machine brrrrrrrr
F- U- C- K -C-O-P's
I say I know when they say freeze
Yeaahhhhh!
Ok you already knew
No pussies, no rats, no tom and jerry show
And I woke up this morning eyes half closed
Looked into the mirrow like damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm cold
bun-b - draped up
[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
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Feel it?
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
[Lil' Keke]
I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
84's, Red Doors, 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 P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)
Me and Bun together caked up with clout
Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
[Chamillionaire]
The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne
[Paul Wall]
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9
He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
[Aztek]
I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
(Next two lines in Spanish)
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up
Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout
Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
[Lil' Flip]
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars
I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos
Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it
Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it
Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed
Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro
Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh?
Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump
I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head
We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
[Z-Ro]
Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw
300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious
I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip
You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood
Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut
Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff
Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough
Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up
[Bun B]
This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look?
Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook
You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers
Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers
We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's
Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's
It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name
We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
bun-b - get cha issue
[Intro]
Payback's a motherfucker!
This is where we take a journey, called karma
What goes around, comes back around
Especially the rules of these streets
It's a bloody war, in the rules of engagement
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Justice, in the mind of a gangsta
[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you say?
See you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back
Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
You standin up in the pulpit, lookin out at the pew
Preachin the good word and tellin Christian folks what to do
You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you
It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes
Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride
You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in
(Just to pray in) Or a million dollar house for you to stay in (nope)
Marriage counselin, but cheatin on ya own wife
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in ya own right
Let the do'knob hit ya where the good Lord split ya
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
[Interlude: Bun B]
The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone
Mayne every time I walk inside the church house
the preacher cuttin his eyes at me
But I know he can't throw nothin my way
He dirtier than I am, ridin down the street shinin, ballin
Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool
That's why niggaz don't go to church now
It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger
Let us move on
[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say?
I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got that nightstick in your hand and you walkin your beat
Or in the blue-and-white car and drivin down my street
You say you here to help the people, and do us some good
Protect us and serve, to try to keep the peace in our hood
Claim you crackin down on the crime, but let's keep it true
Cause the biggest criminals in my city is you
You know police brutality is at a all-time high (high)
Pumpin 61 slugs into an unarmed guy (guy)
Tried to say that the assailant had a motherfuckin handgun
But when you couldn't find one, you motherfuckers plant one
Rampart scandal, Tupac Shakur
Christopher Wallace, it got me sick and who got the cure?
If the PD, went M.I.A., we wouldn't miss ya
Y'all some dirty motherfuckers (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
[Interlude: Bun B]
Look at this shit mayne
Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G.
Motherfuckers is dyin out here man
And if the police ain't killin 'em
They not givin a fuck about who will
Nobody tryin to find out who killed these people
Fat Pat, Big H.A.W.K., this shit ain't right man
Good cop, bad cop, the line blurry every day
Let us move on
[Bun B]
Hey, Mr. Politician, what do you say?
I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You tellin us it's time for a change, people is dyin
And the current administration doin nothin but lyin
You come down to my community and tell us your goals
to clean the system up and get the crisis under control
Claimin you can get us on track, but let's keep it true
The main motherfuckers keepin us off track is you
Damn near everybody runnin is a member of the senate
They voted to send us to war, so y'all got us in it
Now the shit done hit the fan, and you tryin to say
you wasn't down from the jump but man the shit won't play
Y'all some liars, stealers, philanderers and all
Got senate to suck the dick inside of bathroom stalls
Nah, elected officials lettin the dick kiss you
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
[Outro: Bun B]
Man, I don't believe this shit
Motherfuckers overseas die in that war
We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin
Sit back and got his dick sucked all day
Now we got motherfuckin elected people, in office
In motherfuckin airport bathroom tryin to suck
the dicks half the people on the beat and shit
Now what is this world comin to?
Who lookin out for the children, education, social security
Bring my people back from motherfuckin Iraq mayne, for real
Let us move on [echoes]
bun-b - get it
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 right)
We got bun b and ying yang in this thang
So get get get get get get it girl
Get it get it get it girl (x 4)
Get it girl (scratched up)
Show them hoes wat u workin with
Baby gotta eat you better get right
Magic city, monday, thats the crunk night
That petrone get a nigga gut shiverin
Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin
Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon
These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked
What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it
These girls in the club you better come on with it
Drop it, pop it, shake it, roll it whoa
Bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll
Loosin control off the liquor
Damn i like the way she put that thing on a nigga
She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine
I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime
You want her to dance, this your chance
Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants
Chorus
Damn! look at that face look at those eyes
Look at them hips look at them thighs
Got that apple bottom, baby fat top
Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop)
Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin
But i been watchin and i been waitin
Like the way that you shake that thing
Lookin like you finna break that thing
You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad
Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad
You know i go hard then i go deep
And its all night long we don't need no sleep
Have you doin things that your last man couldn't
Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin
You said you wouldn't, i knew you would
Don't be scared, its all good, go, get it
Chorus
Drop it down low hoe shake that shit
Get crunk for a nigga get loose with it bitch
Go down if he really want some
Get your ass on the floor and get crunk
Money comes and goes
So its best you get your ass on the floor
Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low
Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills
For your ass to get crunk show me all of your skills
Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady
You still in the booty club naked shake it
Hold that shit girl show me what you got there
Jaga jaga jaga jaga jaga for a hot tip
Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split
Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick
I came to the club to put some money in your world
So get it get it get it get it get it get it girl
Chorus
Get it girl
Get it girl
Get it get it get it
Get it girl
Get it girl
Show them hoes wat u workin with
bun-b - get throwed
(Feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z, Z-Ro)
[Intro]
Smoke somethin, bitch
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C]
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin barre
Smokin weed, sellin white
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right
That's how niggaz get popped
Tryna get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game
Hittin the corner in the candy thang
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Chorus: Z-Ro + (Young Jeezy)]
Good weed, good drink, big money, we - (AYE!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get blowed, throwed
[Bun B]
When I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pour up wit nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bitch know I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nigga gettin throwed
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Young Jeezy (adlibs)]
(You already know what it is nigga.
Snowman 16-5 a piece yea nigga U.S.D.A.)
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!)
Swear to God the minute man do tricks
Hit the bricks hit the lights and wa-laow
There go them bricks
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my Nextel chirp all day (AYE!)
got me ridin' dirty, three nines at a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Big money, mayn. We only ride the best
This one and only, big homey
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha ha
So far I'm tourin on foreign land
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm-
-Er, Murder streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip
The competition is none, they deceased to exist
Let it breathe a little bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Throw it like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all niggaz want war
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw
Y'all should want more (And more, and more - uhh!)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
bun-b - good ii me
[Bun B]
Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick
Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick
Lookin for a real player to adore ya
But look no further, I'm the player for ya
Sittin big on the 20-somethin inch thangs
Leanin on the leather, grippin grain with them big rangs
Big piece, big chain with the big ice
You wanna roll? You ain't gotta ask the kid twice
Push a button, the do's open up for ya
I save the shotgun seat up in the trunk for ya
Stitch and tuck, so you know that I'm a boss
with the red candy paint lookin like spaghetti sauce
You wanna floss with a G, keep it real
It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill
You either won't or you will
Just keep it one hundred with a player baby tell me how you feel
C'mon
[Chorus One: Mya]
People always talkin' bout - they be sayin they be sayin they be sayin
Your reputation - how you got a lot of hoooooes, but I don't really give a
I don't care what you did to them! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
[Bun B]
You want me to be good, then I'ma be the best
And I'ma give you top shelf baby nuttin less
Front do' to the, front row
Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know)
First class flights, penthouse suites
You want sushi? We go to Japan to eat
You want pasta? We fly to Milan
That's how it is in the life of a don
We eat filet mignon in Pa-ris
That's how it is when you rollin with a G
Your man want it but he ain't thar rich
Trust me baby I can scratch that itch
Never call you a bitch when you act like a lady
You carry yourself like a woman and we gravy
Ain't no maybe, I know I can
Put the whole wide world in the palm of your hand baby
[Chorus Two: Mya]
People always tellin me - they be sayin they be sayin they be
That you're a player
I don't care 'bout them other girls! Just be good to me (be good to me)
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD!
[Mya]
I said, I'll hold you down when you need me
I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around
I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right baby, ooooooooooh
[Bun B]
Girl anything you wishin I can make it come true
Have you lookin like a million dollars when you come through
Wit'cha Louboutin shoes, or Jimmy Chu's
Giuseppe, Zanetti or whatever you wanna do (you wanna do)
Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci)
Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi)
Dolce & Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's)
Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's)
Maybe Fendi or Yves St. Laurent
Versace, KLS, or whatever that you want
It ain't a thang to buy you some Vera Wang
You gotta look like a Queen for you to be with the Kang
The fancy cars with the butterfly do's
Big mansion with the marble on the flo's
The world is yo's but here's the key
When I'm bein good to you, be good II me
[Chorus One + Chorus Two with ad libs]
[Mya]
In the morning
In the evening baby
If you treat me good I'ma gonna keep on comin to ya
La la la la la lahhh
La la la la la lahhh
You're all that I know, just be good to me
bun-b - hold u down
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 a lil
dough we flippin got somewhwere to go im whippin,
be a love hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down
[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men
my chain is white gold my steel is ? im made of tough
skin u gon respect me
(hold up) take mo then a average nigga
to check me Ima rider till the wheels go ballin they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent
G and its no doubt that if u need a man
to make u feel secure then baby
u aint gotta look no more i got the cure
u want money and jewels (jewels)
u want clothes and cars (cars) wanna live
VIP rubbin shoulders wit
stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail
the seas then your wish is my command
u can do what ya please
(hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll
be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes playin
in (forreal) i can show u a side of life
u never seen (huh) 'cause even the kid the
treal need a seperate queen
[chorus]
[Mike Jones]
See all that listenin to them hoes in your
ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave
they talk shit they just mad 'cause i got
u flippin jagos poppin tags brand new clothes u cant tell by the
tag i dont mean to boast and brag but them
hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could
leave yo ass with nathan then when
i do that they gon back door and try to holla hopin
ima do them like
you and drop them off some dollas but
i aint 'cause i cant afford to go back down
that road id rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll but
i aint 'cause i cant afford
to go back down that road id rather stay on my
J-O and stack a bank roll but if u real
and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around
(mike jones) but if u real and u down
and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around Yea
[chorus]
i been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga
from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns
nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga
rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds
nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the pinky
on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot
girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat
she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the
beach tell her homie hold it down 'cause we hustle
to eat and got me feelin like i lost my jones i done lost
my horns so H town is on and nuttin change
'cause the palms got chrome nigga do this
in the early 'cause we
gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone
and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
[chorus]
By Diegão
bun-b - i git down 4 mine
[Intro]
[Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds]
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up)
Step roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts)
UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga)
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my dick (dick) and money on my mind (mind)
The South is on my back (back), I told it like Atlas
And you can never pack this (why?), you ain't had the practice
Crack shit, street talk, hood life, thug shit
All that and then some, started this drug shit
Cookies - we cooked that, highway - we did that
Paper - we stacked that, bodies - we hid that
Rich wrapped and packed up and stamped with the logo
(with the logo)
Now we got it hoppin just like a pogo, poppin like the popo
(damn)
Word to my D.C. niggaz on Go-go
Ask 'em, they know bro (fo sho)
[Chorus - Bun B]
'Cause you know what it is (is), you ain't got to ask (ask)
We gettin down to biz (biz), nigga do the math (math)
Somebody check the clock (clock) and tell 'em what the's time
(time)
'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine)
I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine)
I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine)
'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Primetime player (player), first class flyer (flyer)
High life liver, luxury good buyer
I'm a modern day pariah ('riah), tell it like Richard Pryor (Pryor)
And won't stop rockin 'til I retire ('tire)
So call me 'siah, the Underground King (King)
I'm known to let 'em hang to the floor, it ain't a thing (thing)
The first one to swing (swing), the first one to bang (bang)
These pussy niggaz sweet, I think they sippin on the Tang (Tang)
Dang, that's when "keepin it real goes wrong" (wrong)
Singin the same old song, take off your thong (thong)
Say you wanna get like me, then try harder (try harder)
It's more than just some gangsta Nikes and a Starter
(and a Starter)
You got a father? I know he ain't proud (proud)
He probably wished he would of pulled out, no doubt (no doubt)
You've been a bitch since birth, no lie (lie)
And you gon' be a bitch on the day that you die (that you die)
[Chorus]
[Break - Bun B]
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (for mine)
I get down for mine (mine)
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
You motherfuckers ain't ready for the return of original trillness
(naw)
Imitated, never duplicated on some real shit (shit)
I pull your card, then I pull the steel (steel)
And then I pop it, now tell me how them bullets feel (feel)
Kneel (kneel), bitches say I got that whip appeal ('peal)
When they see me ridin on candy, grippin wheel (wheel)
Oh (oh), not goin for bad, bitch I'm goin for broke (broke)
And you already know it's fire when you see the smoke (smoke)
You already know it's fire even before we spoke (spoke)
And you know you gonna see the gun fire when he loc (loc)
And like a beast 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, 'cause I'm layin his ass out (out)
Soon as I pass up (up), that's when they pass out
Nigga I'm the first goin in and I'm the last out (out)
[Chorus]
BY Diegão
bun-b - i m a g
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 yo ass gonna see
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 yo ass gonna see
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 and half
100 percent gangsta don't smile and don't laff
In a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist
I ain't small mothafucka I'm takin' up some space
With a size 11 shoe that'll kick you in yo face
Bitch I'm all about a crime and ready to catch a case
I ain't scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
I ain't scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face
Stay still nigga flava deuce, deuce in a third
Teflon coverin' yo body juice loose on a curve
I serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice y'all
I position and competition and when I finish y'all
Can clear the collin' and call the corrin tell him next again
We shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a Mexican
May never plex again not like he can
But just in case he get resurected
is bestresurrecte he understands
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 yo ass gonna see
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 yo ass gonna see
I see these niggaz doin' a lot of talkin' but they never back it up
'Bout the work they movin' or the paper they stackin' up
You niggaz got the crack it up
The only thing you sellin' is wolf chickens
And we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up
84's click, clack it up and down towners
From west side to the east we keep the G and that's a promise
But yo plaque on summers Americas most wanted
We criminal backgrounds and ready to straiteflauted
Only take is a salt dropper or a instigator
Messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater
I'ma lay it down like a baby ready to nap
'Cuz I'ma trill nigga ready to clap, now wats up
I slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left
And continue till nobody from yo whack clan left
Bet you might cheat left and you might cheat the dealer
But you neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella
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 yo ass gonna see
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 yo ass gonna see
Hey, tell 'em for a minute Bun, chill to yo nigga don
They say they got some blowin' I'm the one them niggaz get it from
They talkin' shit is best interest is to get a gun
Grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run
Sissy niggaz, sweeter then a cinnabun
I want 'em knocked off, we the ones you gotta get it done
A lot of rappers say they G's I don't feel 'em no, naw
Yea, sissy so keys I'm still a don
OG's usual low key movin' in
03 don't look up at my window, you don't know me
Gangsta, gangsta the same time
Picture the pump and paint that I ain't the kind
You wanna see me that's why I say no thanks to none
AKs, AR's man I can't decide
I got the mind of the hustler halacious grind
Man, I hold my city down like I anchor eyim
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 yo ass gonna see
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 yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G"
By Diegão
bun-b - i m ballin
Alright, alright, alright
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Alright, alright
It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle
It's Bun 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 fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I got the money and the power
I'ma grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll
Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'ma keep it OG, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending
I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques, okay
I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
And if I get somethin' for me, I'm getting somethin' for my folks
'Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
We all walking out of this mall, with big bags
And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good
We bout getting this money, like some real G's should
And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You can't be like Bun B, so why try to
Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
It's already understood, that we buying out the bar
It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it
Now, move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop 'em
So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop 'em
'Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head
We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread
We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
'Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
By Diegão
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