[Bun. B] Well we the real Trill, playas postin up in the corner Sippin and blowin on purple, gettin lit like we wanna My persona is O.G., my aura is green and I'm known for comin down on them blaze, sippin lean So fresh and clean, I'm draped up and dripped out Webdesign Leverkusen Every time I hit the scene, they say, "Bun, you done tripped out" If I ain't got nothin new, I ain't comin outside That goes for clothes and rolls, shoes, jewels, and rides I done try to be low-key, and change up my handy But if I don't show off my dough, how dey gon' know that I have it? I'm too used to the flossin, I'm too used to the shine and I gotsta to relive this tread as hard as I like to grind kitzbuehl So right now is the time, and right here is the place We gon' pop up the bottle until we po' off the taste Everybody showin +love+, and we know where they +tainted+ So throw your hand up in the air if yo' car's candy-painted, c'mon!
[Chorus 2X: D-Brock] They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin Hundetage They see me steppin up, they see me shinin' And they say it's like can-dy (and what they sayin, s-sayin) It's like can-dy
[Phonte] Aiyyo, I met this new girl (wha?) wit big juicy lips (wha?!) Muttertagsmandala and nice round hips, I mean her body is a safe space and niggaz that hate Tay say her body's a trip Aiyyo, it's more than a trip faaam, her body's a vacate and we 'bout to make way, and step out on the town to do it the way we do it and such Had a couple kids so we cain't, do it as much But when we do it, we do it like they do it in church (c'mon) bastelideen Made 'em scream Hallelujah for it, for on a night like this It seems my double-breasted ain't suited for it (tell 'em) So I'ma hit 'em wit hard bottoms, slacks and button-downs Initials in the cup links, the boy don't fuck around The game is in trouble now, cause we on dancefloor doin the two-step and people starts to applaud [*imitation cheering*] For Mr., and Mrs. Tiggalo they Dancin With the Stars Bastelanleitungen Kinder Dead broke, but tonight we party like we million-arrs, yes Lawd!
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[Rapper Big Pooh] Aiyyo, peep game, this is real rap A la' niggaz wanna see where my skillz at Denkmalimmobilien A la' hoes wanna know where the bills at I'm like, "Mami, beat the streets," she don't feel that Ralph Lauren, ?Ill Skin?, yeah I'm all that I'm laid-back in the Lex and it's all-black "Cool nigga over there" is what you call that Matter a-fact, I do it like it's goin outta style Karat profile, two dimples when I smile ?Don't chaff?, feel the air when I pass all the while Hoes keep eyein me down, yet they eyein me now Me and Trey tryin ten for town Gettin down wit my 1-2, and this how we do I came to shut the party down, it's official and every night like New Year's Eve I go hard like you wouldn't believe, I'm dat DUDE!!
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[Phonte] Yes, Little Brother, Bun. B collaboration Pimp C. welcome home, yo thanks for the love man, it's all good Shout out to all my niggaz out in Texas Out in Houston, I'm talkin 'bout The Foundation I'm talkin 'bout Cosmos My nigga Frank, whaddup? My nigga O. Cliff, whaddup?
