mo shit to go whisper I have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt So don't be stuntin
's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em And blow 'em dirty Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg We make 'em
you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere
INTRO (Yung Joc) Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go (Chorus
Chamillitary mayne) Bun B (Bun B) It's goin down (it's goin down, I know ya mad) Yes sir Hypnotize Minds production (I know ya mad, I know ya mad) [Chorus
K for life, disrepect it and I'll be damned, if you. (Uhh) We still too trill, so keep on wishin' boy. Bun-B, Ludcris and Cool Kids, we gone fishin'. Let
while ya there let em know we did it just for them I made them cough the cash up and left them just the phlegm Is that the King of the trill go tell em
blast Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C A mill
{Bun B} Man (man) this girl a dime with a penny at it Lookin' like my future wife (wife) Somebody let me at it (for real) Damn baby it's the business
T to the O to the Y to the A, J to the A Z Z E Pha Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright (Bun B, let's go) Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
jumpin' line in V.I.P. While y'all bitch niggaz standin' there doin nuttin' All my real niggaz throw up your sets and let 'em know When you're thuggin
is The Texas take over, know I'm tal'n bout Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill Down South know I'm saying, well let em know [
[Intro - DJ Khaled] I'm for real about this shit This the remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody
it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my cuz J.B., stay up homie If you locked
ma) See me I'm from Q.B. (Q.B.) And you can be my star (Be my star) So come sail away with me (C'mon, c'mon) Let's cruise into my thug world (Let's
, ya know I Can't Feel My Face Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go Let's go, let's go, haa, i told them Shoutout to Bun B, yeah Verse 1 Yeah, straight up
trappers think they rappers Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards Shout out to my reall niggas, Birdman, Styles P Kiss my nigga Sigel, know them Philly niggas wild b Snoop you insane cuz, Bun
E-40] Oooh! [Bun B] Well down in the Dirty, South to be exact Gettin money with white girls is a well-known fact I like 'em black, brown, Puerto Rican