Текст песни Ball And Bun

Featuring Bun B Of UGK]

[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

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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

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