[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to get fucking paper straight
I'm an underground king nigga, let my nuts hang nigga
Stamp on the end get it for 10 it ain't no thang nigga
Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich
I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that shit
They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real
While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills
Fuck how them bitches feel, I'm working wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get killed
If he keeps talking shit, ain't no thang to get hit
On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss
But everywhere we go, we represent the south
For Them niggas and Them girls with them golds in they mouth
Them boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill bitch you ain't what this about...about...about
[Chorus: Bun B]
When you see me on the street, nigga, don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga, don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill, so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
When I see you at the show, nigga, don't say shit
Acting bad with ya ho, nigga, don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill, so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to get fucking paper straight
I'm an underground king nigga, let my nuts hang nigga
Stamp on the end get it for 10 it ain't no thang nigga
Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich
I see em' in the streets, I ain't believing that shit
They diamonds ain't shining, and they Rolex ain't real
While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills
Fuck how them bitches feel, I'm working wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville your stepdaddy can get killed
If he keeps talking shit, ain't no thang to get hit
On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss
But everywhere we go, we represent the south
For Them niggas and Them girls with them golds in they mouth
Them boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill bitch you ain't what this about...about...about
[Chorus: Bun B]
When you see me on the street, nigga, don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga, don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill, so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
When I see you at the show, nigga, don't say shit
Acting bad with ya ho, nigga, don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill, so we ain't fuckin' with y'all
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