Текст (слова) песни: Eightball w Bun - B of UGK - Ball And Bun

 
[EightBall] 
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 
Chrushin` 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 
Stereotipical, 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 
 
Chorus: 
[EightBall] 
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 
[Bun] 
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 
[EightBall] 
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 
[Bun] 
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 
 
[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 nevermind 
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 
 
Chorus 
 
[EightBall] 
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 Britanica 
If Ball don`t do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya 
 
[Bun] 
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 seperate 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 
 
Chorus 
 
[EightBall Talking] 
Yeah, Euphoric images 
Psycadelic gangsta shit 
This is fuckin` groovy man 
I`ll be back 
3004
 

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