Bun B Album

Ah yeah
2010 and we still rolling
You know Bun
My dad used to tell me every time he thought he knew it all
Something new would come up
So at this time let's welcome
Drake, the newest member to the family
Whom my son, JS prince discovered
Make no mistake the arm is behind us
Now Bun I've been labeled as a quiet storm
And it maybe true
But I've been watching a genius at work on this album
And without further ado, yo pimp give us your blessings

Judge

Yeah
I'm back baby and better than I ever was
I got the streets on fire so forget a buzz?
I ain't tripping on sounds scan a beat DS
It's easy to find with or without your GPS
And now we riding next
Biden on Obama
Go ask the hustlers, the gangsters, ask your mama
And they'll tell you the best that ever did it
Is still in here doing it, you can fuck with it
And I'ma hit it on the head with a hammer
Rep-ing H-town like five slam a jam
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
Bro well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go

[CHORUS:]
I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it let the congregation sing

Yeah
We back baby and better then we ever was
It's trill G gang so quit acting like we never was
You see the group is too trill and in effect
If Rap a lot is rolling with us
We in to wreak?
So ask him, ask ?, ask diddy
Go ask Yeezy, Jeezy, ask 50
And they'll tell you I'm through when I spit it
It's still in here doing it, you can't fuck with it
And I'ma hit it in the chest with the nina
Reping H-Town like James Prince Senior
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
Bro well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go

[CHORUS:]
I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it let the congregation sing

Yeah
It's back baby and better than it ever was
That dirty south shit
That you can only get from us
That H-town, slow down, drop the screw music
And it ain't going no where so get used to it
Go ask Trey, ask paul wall, ask roll
Go ask Cooper, ask Slim, they already know
And they'll tell you they ready to represent it
It's still in here doing it, you can fuck with it
And I'ma hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee
Rep-ing PAT like a young MC
Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
Bro well you already know
On your march, set, ready, go

[CHORUS x2:]
I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth
I came from the bottom to the top
And I'm out here doing my thang
So if you're trying to get it like I get it let the congregation sing

[Intro - T-Pain]
I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire
From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop
Let 'em goin' harder
Self made trillionaire
I'm a self made trillionaire

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get this shit crackilatin'
No more procrastinatin'
They they told me Bun don't hesitate
Don't keep these bastards waitin'
I'm puttin' egos and chicken
I'm so e-musculatin'
People stop this dance
Say damn this niggas fascinatin'
We blowin' dro up in the air
You smell it?
That's the fragrance
I got the focus, got the heart
And I got the patience
You hatin' just get off my dick
Look like you want some gay shit
I'm tryina' take this to the mountain top
Appalachian
But it's a rocky road
And I'm still movin' up and make no movin' us
So keep that pushy get your movie bra
You might be new to me
But you know I ain't new to you
Go ask the white boy
They say he's totally tubula
Fuckin' bad bitches rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the streets
It's like a fuckin' movie bra
You know what I do to ya
Say glad you gave the studio
They gon' leave you chopped up
Like they was DJ Screwin' ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get this shit poppin' off
From the go know I'm a boss
I don't fuck wit' lames
And do my dirt nigga wit' out a loss
I keeps it pimpin', flyest hoes come in and out the loft
When you get fettuccini you gon' need alotta sauce
I gets my Gucci on my baby likes alotta Prada
She goin' shoppin' till she drops
She knows den gotta gotta
But she not shotgun in the slab
Oh no I got a shotta
He keep that shotgun in the slab and roll wit' out natta
He keeps his eyes wide open, he's a hata spotta
And when they roll up on me wrong, then he's a hata droppa
And he don't mess around wit' niggas tryna play the poppa
He keep it gangsta nigga he gon' go and straight a choppa
'Cause I don't roll wit' fake people and I neva will
I represents the G-code till I see the steel
Don't make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal
Then you gon' undastand that Bun B is foreva trill

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bun B (T-Pain)]
(Ohh, do you swear to keep it gangsta?)
Gangsta than a mothafucka, trill until I D I E
Fuck these otha suckas
(What's your message to them fake thugs?)
They throwin' rocks and hidin' hands
It don't really matta this the dirty South we ridin' man
(How long you been up on that trill shit?)
Since the day they made me
And from a baby until the day they neva play me
(Waa, throw ya hands up)
From P.A.T. to yo' town, ain't no need to slow down
Baby boy it's about to go down

[Chorus]

[INTRO]
Hahaha Just like that (yeah real shit nigga yea)
Jizzle H-town Bun (wassup) you had ta go fuck wit ya homie right (you know it jeezy)

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimme my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in glass pots yea we solos

Just like 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]
Say man I'm cleaner than a wistle nigga shaper than a sickle
My cadalliac is candy and my desert eagle nickle
Plated niggas hate it theres nothin they can say though when I hit em with the pressure they leakin out the play dough from way back in the day yo they know I put it down pocket full of stones got ya sewing up the town been at it since the 90's in the ghetto with them pounds and them bricks hittin licks and fillen heaters with them rounds paid the cost to be the boss I can show ya the reciept fo it Trillest in the game every nigga in the streets know it Bun B and Jizzle back in business cause the sign on thats what the fuck we got our mind on so grind on

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimme my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in class yea we solos

Just like 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

[Jeezy]
Sometimes I ask myself say jizzle how ya do it yea we know ya be about tha money yer persuin persue that paper like them yellow bricks from h town just take off the yellow tape now ya sellin h towns watch the beat break down long way from break town on my way to A town long way from h town bitch I'm bout that bitch you know I'm bout that they say he bout that swear I really doubt that you know I live love dis thug shit did some with kanye still talken drug shit even though its drug shit I'm still maken club shit bitch ya know I'm bout that and them bitches love this

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimme my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in glass pots yea we solos

Just like 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 and my fingers on a fat knot eyes is wide open and my ears is ta the black top came up in the trap spot posted with that crack rock from the streets to the studio now I got this rap locked back then they didn't want me but now they all up on me big lips they fall up on me dime bitches crawl up on me ya I used ta call ya homie now we just aquaintences you broke the g code nigga you need gangsta maintenence step ya game up matter fact get a escalader somebody call the swag police to come arrest this hater butter block or rari's and porsches with the double doors Jeezy UGK we hit ya with a double dose

[Chorus]
Yall gon gimi my respect cause I earned that even though its an expensive pound we still burn that new benz with the classic top yeah we cholos know them things come out in glass pots yea we solos

Just like 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 - Verse 1]
Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press
When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test
I run it like a fitness test
And when it come to making history I'm like (?) son
A million ways to die you already chose one
A million dollars stacked it sounds like a good beginning
We on the top now go back and tell the hook we winning
And 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 yes it's him
And his testosterone is up who's got the oestrogen
I like your girl and I think she like me even more
I hit her with that heave and ho and them I'm leaving bro
The dirty South's finest and dirty south's behind us
Now thats a plus on the report card not a minus
Keep your security blankets because I'm not your lighters
You got a problem with us you know its just as hard to find us

[Drake - Chorus]
Uhhh, since your telling on me
Tell the World bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
Just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down

[Bun B - Verse 2]
They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status
I elevate the crime
My time is money so I put some money on my time
Lightening on the Breitling so exciting when you see that shine
We on that leather (?) before its never even thought of
I broke my bread and fed the team just like the Holy Father
I helped the blind to see and keep it G just like I oughta
The only thing thats left for us to do is walk on water
We playing all four quarters til the clock expire
So til I see the ref waving I will not retire
My flow is still official and I still got the fire
Can't take your eyes off me, like when you watch the wire
And in ‘0-10 we finna go in
So let the opposition know there is no win
And I am no friend so put your hand down
Tell em stand down before it's man down

[Drake - Chorus]
Uhhh, since your telling on me
Tell the World bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
Just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down

[Drake - Verse 3]
I gotta hundred girls on each phone
Drissy Drake man, young sweet Jones
I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on
I know you can't bring every single one you meet home
Home sick just when I thought I was sick of home
Losing track of time everyday we switching zones
Drizzy Hendrix I'm just backstage getting stoned
Thank Me Later man, a million copies shipped and gone
Overboard n-gga I'm quoting more n-gga
Results are in I guess you should have voted more n-gga
Swimming in the money y'all just float ashore n-gga
Never drowning what the f-ck you think this boat is for n-gga
Yeah I'm quick to take an RnB diva out
I'll bring some friends she'll bring some friends that know what we about
And when it's done I'll put some slippers on and see them out
And tip the driver to make sure he take the scenic route
I swear these women living like they tryna write a book after
But I'm just trying to keep it G for my chapter
Listen to my words, see just what I mean
Rest in peace to Chad Butler everyday I'm riding clean
Ohhh

[Drake - Chorus]
Uhhh, since your telling on me
Tell the World bout me
Ask your girl about me, she probably tell you
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
Just bought a car, the n-gga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it
He would have loved it
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down.

[Pimp C]
UHH, she got the whole, world, in her jaws
when she feel it tighten up, don't stop and don't pause
I got the whole, game, in my head
Don't fuck for recreation but I'm good in the bed (good in the bed)
Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!)
My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!)
But I don't wanna 'less she goin out on the grind
Check-in with the choosin fee and I'ma knock her from be-hiiiind (knock her from be-hiiiind)
I make a bitch bleed to black
wit a certified knot and a platinum cock
The pimpin didn't stop, even when the bids died
We just kept on gettin high, puttin dick up in they eye
Dick up in they ears (ears), dick up in they nose (nose)
Ass, pussy, mouth, I'm fin' ta fuck in every hole (hole)
Put it between they titties and between they toes
That's how a gushy gush out when ya bitch get chose

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You know, and I know, we need to geeeeeet riiiiiiight
I'ma call you, and i'm comin through after miiiiiid-niiiiight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or sloooooow dooooown
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to goooooo dooooown right now

[2Pac]
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece until I cum, no one can stop me
My bump and grind'll do ya everytime
Come get a blast of this thug passion that'll blow your mind - hey!
Throw up yo' legs, wrap them shits around my back
It's a Westside thang fuckin hoes around the map
Walkin down 125 while I'm peepin down hotties
and they, seduce my jimmy, out and screamin, "Gimme body!"
Make 'em all scream my name out, gimme my props
And don't cha, love how this THUG nigga, be at the cot
I'm at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin caramel bitches play
Get with real niggaz, bullshit'll never get you paid
This is the DREAM of a young black teen
I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c'mon!

[Chorus w/ Songz ad-lib]

[Bun B]
Look here shawty, lemme tell you what the game is (game is)
And while I'm at it, lemme tell you what my name is (What?)
Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls
When I pull out my piece, it make the girls all pause
Y'allz, niggaz, better recognize
when ya bitch choose me, shouldn't come as a surprise (nope)
Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yep)
And I'ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs
God-damn~! That's what you call a home-run
I knock it out the park when I give her a long one (a long one)
It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady
First I'ma, give it some bacon and beat up the belly
When the sheets start shippin and the bed starts rockin
and the headboard's bangin, playa don't come knockin
It's a grown folks party, we don't need no kids
and I ain't tryna blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit!

[Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs]

[Trey Songz - Outro]
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
S-O, N-G, Z
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
S-O, N-G, Z

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[Intro]
Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4)
[Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)]
Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr
(This that straight my, straight my)

[Chorus]
Money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all, money all day

[Bun B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta where I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day fuckin' long

[Chorus]

[Yo Gotti - Verse 2]
Money totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubberbands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this money here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows
Count money all day, count money all night
Just know I'm wit' my paper, so I got my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane - Verse 3]
It's me Gucci
I'm the shit bitch you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down back up
In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don't you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras

[Chorus]

(feat. Twista & Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis)

[Intro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis]
Please settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit down for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the table
(It's a Big E beat!) C'mon now, shit
This is, this is why we don't ever have nothin man
It's a good evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right here about to bring to the stage
is a gentleman from Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real 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 me this evenin (yeah)
Cookin this cajun I laced it with seasonin (huh)
In here, I been here and don't plan on leavin
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's receivin?
I'm throwin, I'm throwed on, the mic I explode
Slow all that bangin mayne just like my load
Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
where I could just black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benzes and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
They pussy is golden (what) my dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin
I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in
that get money frame of mind, any day and time
That's what this is and shit ain't no shame in mine

[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

[Bun B]
Back on that bullshit so bring in the cattle
Ready for war so let's get to the battle
Niggaz is babies with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
That all you got G? You comin up short
You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart
You need actin classes, you can't play the part
Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the center
Right in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter
I'm grippin that wood (shit) just got a splinter
You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie
How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie?
We after paper, you after the nookie
You bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie

[Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]

[Twista]
Twista~!
They can never run in my shoes, they know nothin 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the drums when I bruise, Twista killin them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune)
They gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters, I'ma be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Comin up and standin on my stack (stack) a veteran but keep my lyrics dope (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride) I ain't even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed and I'ma get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust, he can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come right off the top (no) he don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the studio when somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't hear it, I told ya
It's nothin but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa
constrictor, Twista inflicts the pain of a cobra
Flame and I'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin niggaz in the game, 'til it's over

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[Intro]
R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin, baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem

[DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"

[Verse 1]
Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And what can fuck wit this? I take shots and don't fuckin miss
First on your baby mama bucket list
You on some sucka shit, might as well suck a dick
'Cause you bein a bitch just for the fuck of it
And when I fuckin spit, niggaz get to tuckin shit
Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin get
They better ask somebody
'fore I have Big Truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch!
Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
Now I'm resurrectin a REAL nigga campaign
Fake ass niggaz, we snatch 'em out the damn rain
Take they damn chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
BANG! Now that's what happen when the trigger blow
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!

[Chorus: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Premo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, Pimp C
We fuckin wit Primo, it-it's goin... down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!"

[Verse 2]
Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still tucked
'Cause you scared to pull it, even mo' scared to POP
You ain't a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of nigga pull up at tha evening spot
Squeeze and pop niggaz until they weave and drop, ock!
You the type that gotta call in the goons
I come one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to (Gladiatin') on haters like Leonidas
Niggaz just gonna have to admit it that he the tightest
You talk a big game mayne, but mine's bigger bro
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Okay, Bun is on the mic, Premier's on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne
Big dough, big flow, big fight game
Take you out the zone, put you in the right frame
Take you out your 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 rich like a white mayne
Tryna see how much paper that I might gain
While I still keep it trill in what I write, mayne
Yeah, so let's see who we could trouble most
by hittin these haters up with a double dose
Toast! We got it locked like a figure-fo'
Aiyyo Premier, let a motherfuckin nigga know!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
BITCH! Yeaaah!
PA to PV, nigga
Bun Beeda, DJ Premier
Legends, in the, game
You don't know? Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggaz come down
Hah! Yeaaah!
Premo, I was waitin on that shit, nigga
I been waitin on this shit since "DJ Premier was in Deep Concentration"
Hahaha, my motherfuckin nigga
Love you, boy
Real rap shit, real nigga shit
We GONE! [echoes]

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(feat. Drake)

[Chorus: Drake]
Emotions in this game run deep
So before these haters kill me in my sleep
- I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Reppin 'til my last second through
Done a lot of shit they'll never get to do
- I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Honored to be somebody they mention
But before these niggaz stop payin attention
- I'll just say it's been a pleasure
You'll never be somebody they need
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, so tonight we gon' do it like this
[*singing*] Ohhhh, for the H-Town
Tonight I'm gon' make some money goooo
For the H-Towwwwwn

[Bun B]
Ladies and gentlemen you're now listenin to the Dirty South trillionaire ('naire)
Keepin it trill in there, been here and he's still in there (there)
Pay attention, it's the beginnin of a new era (era)
Get a little closer you can see the view clearer (view clearer)
It's like Lasik but are basic
Ebonics if you're hooked on chronic and you can taste it
Trace it, recognize the real when ya face it
Ball up in the club gettin white boy wasted
One shot of Patrуn, then another one to chase it
Put me to the test, I won't pass it I'll ace it
Been so many places, up and down the interstate
Cities that I've never been, wonderin if they fin' to hate
Step up in the spot, let 'em look me in the grill (grill)
So they can see it for theyself that I keep it trill (I keep it trill)
I paid the cost to be the boss and left a tip
So it's all good (good) don't even trip
Believe me it's been a pleasure

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
Man I've been all over the world
tryin to tell 'em 'bout the trill and what we been through (through)
What we already done and what we fin' do (do)
What we got into, what we gettin into (to)
When ties 'bout to cut it closer than a ginsu ('su)
Roll through Atlanta, Birmingham, Alabama ('bama)
Jacksonville to Jackson, Mississippi spittin grammar (spittin grammar)
From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans ('leans)
And all points in between just to get the cream (cream)
Me and my "II Trill" team on the road flippin (flippin)
Eight hours straight, no stops, no trippin (trippin)
Had to keep them heaters on 'em so it's no slippin (slippin)
Promote a play with show money, we were slow grippin (slow grippin)
Sometimes we rock the stage and put it down (down)
Other times we had to fight and shoot it out of town (town)
But we always made it home okay
And we still on the road to this day
I gotta say it's been a pleasure

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
They say that you never really know
what you got 'til it's gone and can't touch it (touch it)
If it look too good to be true, you can't trust it (trust it)
If you never had it (had it) then you can never miss it (miss it)
But looks can be deceivin, so don't you get it twisted (twisted)
Walked a lot of miles in these old school J's (J's)
Thought of many ways, lookin at back in the days (days)
Like how to climb from in between a rock, and a hard place
How to keep your cool when you're dealin with a hard case (with a hard case)
And how to duck, when the judge throw the book at you (the book at you)
And it's a two-sided mirror that you're lookin through (you're lookin through)
The phone receiver's in your hand starin at your child (child)
And your heart skips a beat every time they smile (smile)
See that's how real life is and how it can be (can be)
And how it's deeper then just comin down candy (candy)
So I'm just tryin to play the cards that they hand me
For those that overstood me, understand me
It's been a pleasure

[Chorus]

[Drake]
I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
I'll just say it's been a pleasure [*echoes*]

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