Hit ’Em Up DJ Khaled (Ft. Bun B & Paul Wall)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)
I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)
I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)
I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)
I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutter (Nutter)
A candy car strutter that be sittin' on butter
Comin' straight up out the gutter with the cartilage cutter
Man, what is that? The Chinese chopper that likes to st-st-stutter
What a fucked-up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario
Automatics in your face have you preparin' your burial (Hold up)
They tracin' the weapon after you scratch off the serial
Eat you up like cereal, there it is and there we go (There we go)
Some banditos ridin' off in the wind
And nigga, we got all your soft in your ends so don't pretend
Like this ain't what it was (Was) or we ain't what you say (Say)
I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day (Day)
Dance in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic
Watch what you say when we meet 'cause they know might get your ass kicked (huh)
End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga
We cost like a foreign, but get respect like a classic, motherfucker!