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Ball And Bun
作詞:Bernard James Freeman, Tristan G Jones, Premro Vonzellaire Smith
Check 1, 2 Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh 1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2 Somebody better tells these mothafuckers How we wreck fools, disrespect fools Check and snap necks too Crushin' duos
Sittin', waitin' on the next 2 Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs Scatterin', niggaz chatterin' About where they been Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with Stereotypical, down South country shit
On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn Makin' hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South
I don't know where ya been And I don't know what ya seen But I know deep down South It's all about the green Now, I don't know what ya seen And I don't know where ya been But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N
I don't know what you've done And I don't know what you do But I know deep down South Nigga, it's all on you Now, I don't know what you do An I know what you've done But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else But Ball and Bun
I see no evil, say no evil, hear no evil Try not to get in no evils Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down South gon' put that crush down Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down Takin' that shit so much clown
Don't even sound real no mo' Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo Fuck you and that steel .44 I'm Triz, oh hoe Pay your dumbasses, no, never mind Flip flows, so clever shine Like diamond grapes on leather vines Forever I regard it
As the first fool that started Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted Hands, black hearted, cold Get retarded Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz I played niggaz Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz I stay niggaz
That is the fight, what you believe Give you life room to breathe But tonights the night for you to leave As soon as sleep Ain't got, no tricks up Your still get mixed up From Southern black macks That stay gettin' they dicked sucked 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
I don't know where ya been And I don't know what ya seen But I know deep down South It's all about the green Now, I don't know what ya seen And I don't know where ya been But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N
I don't know what you've done And I don't know what you do But I know deep down South Nigga, it's all on you Now, I don't know what you do An I know what you've done But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else But Ball and Bun
Crooked as the first letter in the word South Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out At my nigga house 98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out Screwed up, drinkin' my cup Grippin' my nuts
Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup Wet up, fucked up, what's up? Test us, guess what? True but, you just, messed up Deeper, than encyclopedia Britannica If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya
To all you Betty Crocker Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake But don't know what it took to make that bitch Take a look you fake and switch your recipe Niggaz always takin' tests of me Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate Bring the best of me
Leave your mouth open, sesame seed I separate from stem and weed Me, I go, murder Murder them in deep blood clot They get all red hot from lead shots And what not
Mine, I go dead after red dot And buckshot So bitch niggaz get the fuck out Leave suckas stuck, fuck props This where the buck stops
I don't know where ya been And I don't know what ya seen But I know deep down South It's all about the green Now, I don't know what ya seen And I don't know where ya been But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N
I don't know what you've done And I don't know what you do But I know deep down South Nigga, it's all on you Now, I don't know what you do An I know what you've done But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else But Ball and Bun
Yeah, euphoric images Psycadelic gangsta shit This is fuckin' groovy man I'll be back, 3004
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