C-c-come 'n do it, Bun
C-c-come 'n do it, Bun
C-c-come 'n do it, Bun
C-c-come 'n do it, Bun
Back on the blocks, nigga
Servin' 'em rocks, nigga
Strapped wit them glocks and you know
Keepin' 'em cocked, nigga
Ain't they 'bout the bullshit 'cuz
Nobody's issue so if
Bustin' that pistol so you know
They find to miss you, see 'cuz
Straight out the hood, nigga
Fresh out the cuts
Straight outta P.A.T. so
Holdin' these nuts, you know dat
Paintin' a real picture
They wit that speakin' 'cuz
So get to poppin' off and
Gon' leave you leakin' if it's
You know it's certified
Ain't they with them games 'cuz
We whoopin' ass then
We takin' names you see
Jump on a Benz, is it?
Jump on a Lac shit
Jump on what you wanna
'Cuz we countin' stacks rollin'
Man, you gon see ya paper
About his cash 'cuz
Gon get his grind on it
He's bound to mash, nigga
Is this hard as it goes?
Is this Trill as it gets?
Ain't gotta ask you, nigga
Know you feelin' this shit
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
I'm an O to the G
From U-G to the K
The middle fingaz up
I be reppin' the P.A.
A dirty South nigga
One of them, Texas boyz
We grippin' grain and you see
Drippin' this Texas toys
He be drippin' his paint
He be poppin' his trunk
He be swangin' his ladies
He make boppers get crunk
Gon get his lean on so
Gon crack a seal and
Be sittin' sidewayz 'cuz
Jump off the bill you see
Rollin' on 22's
Got 24's too
Ride when he want to 'cuz
Do what he s'pose to and
About his clique, nigga
Ain't bout a bitch 'cuz
Known as the only way that
We stayin' rich, nigga
Give a fuck 'bout a snitch
Gon put two in his dome
We ain't 'bout sittin' in jail
We 'bout sittin' at home
Is this hard as it goes
Is this Trill as it gets?
Ain't gotta ask you, nigga
Know you feelin' this shit
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
We spittin' raw, nigga
We spittin' fire, nigga
We duckin' the feds 'cuz
Led life like wire, nigga
Buddies are workin'
Ain't gotta hide, nigga
So speak from the heart 'cuz
It's not a lie, nigga
Rep for the East side and
Rep for the West but
Don't stand for foolishness 'cuz
Put it to rest, nigga
We got the medicine 'cuz
Know that you sick and
T.P.P. on the bitch 'cuz
Know he the shit, nigga
We get gangsta wit it
They put them hands on you
They put you on your back and
Fuckin' stand on you
They'll call the man on you
He's not a hater 'cuz
Just like a Big Tymer
A heavy-weighter, nigga
A big rim ridah
A big body swanger
A big slab glidah
An 84 clanga
Is this hard as it goes?
Is this Trill as it gets?
Ain't gotta ask you, nigga
Know you feelin' this shit
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
Bun B be
King of the unda-unda-undaground
You can't fuck wit that
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