Eightball - Ball And Bun lyrics
rate meFeaturing Bun B Of UGK] <br />
[EightBall] <br />
Check 1 2 <br />
Check 1 2 baby yeah uh <br />
1 2 1 2 microphone check 2 <br />
somebody better tells these mothafuckers how we wreck fools <br />
Disrespect fools <br />
Check and snap necks too <br />
Chrushin' duos <br />
Sittin' waitin' on the next 2 <br />
Nigga me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs <br />
Gone off illegal shit bustin' out the sunroofs <br />
Scatterin' niggaz chatterin' <br />
About where they been <br />
Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with <br />
Stereotipical, down South country shit <br />
On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit <br />
It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn <br />
Makin' hip-hop, funky as a chit-a-lin <br />
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men <br />
Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in <br />
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about <br />
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South <br />
Chorus: <br />
[EightBall] <br />
I don't know where ya been, <br />
And I don't know what ya seen <br />
But I know deep down South, <br />
It's all about the green <br />
[Bun] <br />
Now, I don't know what ya seen, <br />
And I don't know where ya been <br />
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G-U-N <br />
[EightBall] <br />
I don't know what you've done, <br />
And I don't know what you do <br />
But I know deep down South <br />
Nigga, it's all on you <br />
[Bun] <br />
Now, I don't know what you do <br />
An I know what you've done <br />
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else, <br />
But Ball and Bun <br />
[Bun] <br />
I see no evil, <br />
Say no evil, <br />
Hear no evil, <br />
Try not to get in no evils <br />
Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils <br />
Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down <br />
South gon' put that crush down <br />
Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down <br />
Takin' that shit so much clown <br />
Don't even sound real no mo' <br />
Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo <br />
Fuck you and that steel .44 <br />
I'm triz, oh hoe <br />
Pay your dumbasses no nevermind <br />
Flip flows, so clever shine <br />
Like diamond grapes on leather vines <br />
Forever I regard it <br />
As the first fool that started <br />
Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted <br />
Hands, black hearted, cold <br />
Get retarded <br />
Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz <br />
I played niggaz <br />
Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz <br />
I stay niggaz <br />
That is the fight, what you believe <br />
Give you life room to breathe <br />
But tonights the night for you to leave <br />
As soon as sleep <br />
Ain't got, no tricks up, <br />
Your still get mixed up <br />
From Southern black macks <br />
That stay gettin' they dicked sucked <br />
Chorus <br />
[EightBall] <br />
Crooked as the first letter in the word South <br />
Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought <br />
Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out <br />
At my nigga house <br />
98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out <br />
Screwed up, drinkin' my cup <br />
Grippin' my nuts <br />
Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup <br />
Wet up, fucked up, what's up? <br />
Test us, guess what? <br />
True but, you just, messed up <br />
Deeper, than encyclopedia Britanica <br />
If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya <br />
[Bun] <br />
To all you Betty Crocker, <br />
Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake <br />
But don't know what it took to make that bitch, <br />
Take a look you fake <br />
And switch your recipe <br />
Niggaz always takin' tests of me <br />
Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate <br />
Bring the best of me <br />
Leave your mouth open, sesame seed <br />
I seperate from stem and weed <br />
Me, I go, murder <br />
Murder them in deep blood clot <br />
They get all red hot from lead shots <br />
And what not <br />
Mine, I go dead after red dot <br />
And buckshot, <br />
So bitch niggaz get the fuck out <br />
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props <br />
This where the buck stops <br />
Chorus <br />
[EightBall Talking] <br />
Yeah, Euphoric images <br />
Psycadelic gangsta shit <br />
This is fuckin' groovy man <br />
I'll be back <br />
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