[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Verse 1: Bun B]
It's Bun B the king of the trill and I'm bringing the steel
Bringing the max it bitches of fact
It's that gangsta shit I'm bringing it back
I went from slanging the crack
To slanging the tracks and slanging my skills
Since ninety-two and slanging it still
So bring who you feel, bring who you feeling
Bring them around and I'mma lay them down
It's just another sound bwoy killing
Rude boy wanna test
Better make sure rude boy got on his vest
Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest
These monkey niggas on that monkey shit, best to evolve or
I'm bouts to go gorilla and kill them with a revolver
So go on pimping you's a chimp and I'm a blue-back
You ain't ready for the blowback, bitch and you already knew that
So bring who you wanna bring on, I'mma go King Kong
And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding dong
Standing on top of the towers at Transco beating my chest
So it's best you and your mans know
I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the player hate the game
Gotta love it man
Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang
Cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
[Verse 1: Bun B]
It's Bun B the king of the trill and I'm bringing the steel
Bringing the max it bitches of fact
It's that gangsta shit I'm bringing it back
I went from slanging the crack
To slanging the tracks and slanging my skills
Since ninety-two and slanging it still
So bring who you feel, bring who you feeling
Bring them around and I'mma lay them down
It's just another sound bwoy killing
Rude boy wanna test
Better make sure rude boy got on his vest
Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest
These monkey niggas on that monkey shit, best to evolve or
I'm bouts to go gorilla and kill them with a revolver
So go on pimping you's a chimp and I'm a blue-back
You ain't ready for the blowback, bitch and you already knew that
So bring who you wanna bring on, I'mma go King Kong
And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding dong
Standing on top of the towers at Transco beating my chest
So it's best you and your mans know
I'm an underground king
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