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I Get Down 4 Mine
Bun B
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I do this shit for Pimp C bitch, so what the fuck is up?
Step wrong nigga still take your fucking nuts
UGK for life nigga, know it's shife nigga
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga
No more games bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my dick, and money on my mind
The south is on my back, I tote it like Atlas
And you can never pack this, you ain't had the practice
Crack shit, street talk, hood life, thug shit
All that and then some, started this drug shit
Cookies we cook that, highway we did that
Paper we stack that, bodies we hid that
Rich rapping backed up and stamped with the logo
Now we got it hopping just like a pogo
Popping like a .44, word to my DC niggas on go-go
Ask 'em they know bro
Cause you know what it is, you ain't gotta ask
We getting down to biz, nigga do the math
Somebody check the clock, and tell 'em what's the time
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
I get down for mine, I get down for mine
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
I get down for mine, I get down for mine
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
Prime time player, first class flyer
My life live a luxury, goodbye-a
I'm a modern day pariah, telling like Richard Pryor
And won't stop rocking 'til I retire
So call me sire, the underground king
I'm known to let 'em hang to the floor it ain't a thing
The first one to swang, the first one to bang
These pussy niggas sweet I think they sipping on the Tang
Dang, that's when keeping it real goes wrong
Singing the same old song, take off your thong
Say you want it big like me then try harder
It's more than just some gangsta nights and a sawed off
You got a father I know he ain't proud
He probably wish he would've pulled out no doubt
You been a bitch since birth no lie
And you gon' be a bitch on the day that you die
Cause you know what it is, you ain't gotta ask
We getting down to biz, nigga do the math
Somebody check the clock, and tell 'em what's the time
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
I get down for mine, I get down for mine
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
I get down for mine, I get down for mine
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
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You motherfuckers ain't ready for the return of original trillness
Imitated never duplicated on some real shit
I pull your card then I pull a steel
And then I pop it, now tell me how them bullets feel
Kneel, bitches say I got that whip appeal
When they see me riding on candy, grippin' wheel
Uh, not going for bad bitch I'm going for broke
And you already know it's fire when you see the smoke
You already know it's fire even before we spoke
And you know you gon' see the gun fire when it loc
And I get beast mode, smash on 'em, then smash on 'em
Then fire up a Swisher Sweet and leave the ash on 'em
Cause Bun B is a winner, put your cash on him
Or cash out cause I'm laying his ass out
Soon as I pass up, that's when they pass out
Nigga I'm the first going in and I'm the last out
Cause you know what it is, you ain't gotta ask
We getting down to biz, nigga do the math
Somebody check the clock, and tell 'em what's the time
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
I get down for mine, I get down for mine
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
I get down for mine, I get down for mine
Cause I'm a trill nigga, I get down for mine
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