like TV Tego and Bankrock I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign [Hook: Bun B
daddy was a doctor And mommy was a banker Mommy's job got outsourced So now mommy's drinker Daddy had a malpractice suit Now he's a snorter And all this shits takin' place right
got Now goin work that, and twerk that Now wiggle it around baby churk that Now toot it up, and boot it up I'm cocked and loaded so I'm a shoot it up Now
bout? Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Well, it's big Bun B now, baby,
flip with nuts who hang It ain't a thang, make number 1's and ever will I put that on my life, Bun B fo'ever trill, fo' real Yeah, fuckin? right alright
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,
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
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
[Bun B] Now if you got it on yo mind I can get it off your chest Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest No stress, just do-do, when I
that you know we bout that Just like that you know we bout that I said we bout that Yeah u know we bout that [Bun B] Thats right my mind is on my money
OOOO YEA WUTZ UP PIMP I FEEL UR PRESENT RIGHT NOW YO BUN, U KNOW MANY WERE CALLED & FEW WERE CHO0SEN U DA CHOOSEN 1 MA NIGGA DA FUTURE PRESIDENT CONGRADULATIONS
, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" Ohaaaaaa We run things round here Whooaaa This is my black right here Well hold on now
right there Dang, you pop this trunk Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz) Beat 'em down right quick mayne [Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun
home, middle of the night mayne Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the night train That's right mayne, and it's the right time In the right game to get
singer, real story teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin to see
On Em Swang On Em) Dat Candy Paint Ain't Lookin Bright (I Swang On Em Swang On Em) We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta [Bun B:] Now
s Blowin on a pound of dro Getting gone in the wind Sitting behind tint Getting bent You can't see me But you smell the smoke Oh yeah *Repeat [Bun B] Now
time screwed] [Bun B:] City of the swang, swang Pop your trunk and bang, bang [Slim Thug:] City of the swang, swang Pop your trunk and bang [Bun B:]