all swole now the mayor of the city top down when i roll now h-town, home of the candy paint home of the 84's and 4's (bun-b) yeh this the city thats
get a lil bigga you aint feelin that go find another nigga a money go-getter you gotta love me underground king like pimp c and bun b [Chorus] you might
the parking lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them b****es too scary Your b**** chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy Ooooooohhh Ooooooohhh I choose you girl (Bun B
headboards knock She ain't watchin the clock, ain't tryin to answer the phone Cuz Bun B done got that dick that put your chick in a zone Come on Bun B
Bun B: Wicked man walk it like i talk killa twista in a swisha cigar your trill figga for reala/ i know you think you know me homie but you ain't even
B C, simple as 1 2 3 Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoe Dont be a lame, you know the game
baby till the break of dawn Andre Nicky baby dont make me none im tryin ta get everything under the sun I like when you put my hair up in a bun then
your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B
ggas couldn't stop me once I get to going You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me back Still wouldn't be leathal as Bun B the Mac Matter
the plane, Amelia Earhart (Chorus) [Neako] What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
runnin up the zones..uproar R to the B in the pourin rain Eyes blood shot + clothes blood stained Edge draws near but i dont complain M-I-C thats my domain Bun
[David Banner Talking] hey yo this tha biggest colibration in mutha fuckin rap history we got young gunz , hype-d , bun b , magic , [Young Chris
Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G. It's all love Bun, I'm forgivin
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 P, Bun B, Please
mind from a while back She had a smile that shook the clouds off the sun A set of lovely lips made me fumble my tongue Hair up in a bun, up under a cap
I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) {Verse Two: Bun B
Yeah, me bun the sweet sensi, Keep my mind off of badmind, hypocrite, and people Who envy, Come a try to take what is mine, bwoy, de clip get Empty, Dont