Sad You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay You Know Im Coming Back Another Day I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please Verse
hut Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must Chorus Third Verse: [Bun B] Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
don't respect a nigga After you finish your collard greens and cornbread Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin' [Chorus] [Bun B
s blazin' - you watch me in amazement... You can look at it, as long as you don't grab it; If you don't go braggin', I'm might let you have it... You
you don't grab it If you don't go braggin, I'ma let you have it You think that I'm teasin, but I ain't got no reason I'm sure that I can please ya, but
a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you
wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad cause they ain't hot They ain't got the cash that I got, They don't know what my hood 'bout They don't know
: (feat. U.S.D.A. & Bun B) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Now I ain't really got time for the he say, she say yellin ova tracks like a motherfuckin DJ Dey beggin
. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain
broad Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see) The rest goes without me having to say I say, go, go, go, go (DJ) [Chorus: Paul Wall
okay [x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether
: (feat. Bun B) [Intro] OKAY! Fuck it, I don't care. The Appeal! When I fucking came to this fucking country, All I had was a dollar and a dream. [
: (feat. Bun B, E-40, Devin the Dude) Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne [BUN B] Got a swisher
grip pump on the seat Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't smoke me [Verse 2: Bun B] It's Bun B in his black
Pimp C ask my homie Bun B I run the streets the streets don't run we Y'all run we chill still waters run deep I repeat sing along with me I run the streets the streets don't
like Trigger-man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool Chorus Two: Bun B
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I
hearin' what your sayin' But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't
