k.g.b. So, uh, no funny business I wake up in the mornin with my xxxxx in the bed, She dont like the police and she sure hate the feds, I love my girl
I'll blow ya off Bun B, the King of the Trill The one and the only mayne My roof linin' is swede My seats is pony mayne My air-forces is crocodile
Told me that she ain't a freak [2X] You was kinda high matienence to me Want my paper but you'll let my partner sleep with you for free Baby, I thought
tell boys to chill Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real Pimp passed we should've learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun
(feat. Bun B, Paul Wall, Mistah F.A.B.) "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
N-gga just got my voice insured Yea, look at me now b-tch! Look at me now (x3) I'm getting paper Look at me now (x3) Look at me now, b-tch!
owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my
my gun Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper Elevate like my nigga DMX Here's a prayer,
is all my warriors is lovin my rep how I took it to the world from the project steps playin touch with my broad like my children and it ain't like back
ashes, im in my section poppin something off in the bank or a bitch droppin something off, wo wo work ho make me throw this paper out looking like a paper
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days You'd see why Gotti still love the game My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
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
fix this game you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
that I'm on my Deen Down to get down anytime by any means Known to be OT, reppin on any scene And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty green From my
forever, so Trill don't die I know you're watchin' over me, last night I saw you in my dream At the crossroads, I'll see you there My friend, my brother
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
[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
