pushin' Keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' Keep, keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin', keep, keep on pushin
(feat. Scarface, Young Jeezy) [Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions] Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking
[Bun B:] Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm
[Bun B] I'm sittin in my spaceship 2009 lexus I'm dippin through this gooniverse AKA that Texas I pop open my cargo hatch And let'em see the payload Me
motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss you Man, I should go out and challenge a blow torch Respect no boy Except maybe Bun B
songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and, ooh It come out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source
and wrap 'em Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see That ain't no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggaz [Chorus - 2X] "Guess who's back? Me
talkin' '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
got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B]
Chamillionaire Featuring Bun B - Pimp Mode yea let her go let her go let her go let her go chamilitary-mayne yea pimp mode u kno i stay in pimp mode
100 times like u craza dont play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B
learned Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned I'm down from P.A., man, west side to the east, fool (C'mon Bun B, dude, what about
I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's the king of the trill Bun B
ya set down nigga hut Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must Chorus Third Verse: [Bun B] Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit
name when it's mail time Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line Your b
of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Twistin
ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
