down right quick mayne [Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs] I'm ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) I'm ridin vogues (Sittin
it's, it's goin down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" [Verse 1] Okay, Bun is on the
's, it's goin down, baby" "My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L] "We run shit!" "I ain't playin witchu!" [Verse 1] Okay, Bun is on the
down right quick mayne [Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs] I'm ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) I'm ridin vogues (Sittin on
: (feat. Jadakiss, Bun B, Pusha T, Fat Joe, Young Buck, Queen Latifah and Keyshia Cole) [Intro: Keyshia Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah
Chi-Town women (my real women) My Midwest women! (my Midwest women) Down South women, the West Coast women All of my women, whoo! [Bun B] Now bein King
on thangs (Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar) or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train It's still the same thang [repeat] [Bun B] You cut your
: [feat. Gucci Mane & Bun B] Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin
: (feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane) Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin'
We trap or die nigga We trap or die nigga [Bun B:] (Southern smoke) Yeah back up in the hood again Wheres it all good again Ridin candy slabs grippin
I represents the G-code till I see the steel Don't make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal Then you gon' undastand that Bun B is foreva trill [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B
time screwed] [Bun B:] City of the swang, swang Pop your trunk and bang, bang [Slim Thug:] City of the swang, swang Pop your trunk and bang [Bun B:]
doe with this 4 4 Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 Blowin doe doe Blowin doe doe Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 [Verse 3 - Bun B] Mayne I'm always in the
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped
that talk Let my down my flip, pop up my trunk but on my life I spark the dark I'm on that um (movin slow), jammin that screw (my music slow) Rippin
a P.I.M.P. fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Well its the trill O.G. I got the neighbourhood soul Kush is dead I'm gettin' blowed Ridin', bangin',
Fu**In fresh, that the B***HES Wanna Bite me Got A Black Choppa, And A Black Tee, Me And Bun-B RIP Mc Free boosie, Free my niqqa, Free Willy, Ya Feel
64 Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch Cruisin? down the street in my (Bun B) Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac
