[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts) UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga) And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga) No more days bitch, I ain't got the time I got bitches on my dick (dick) and money on my mind (mind) The South is on my back (back), I told it like Atlas And you can never pack this (why?), 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 cooked that, highway - we did that Paper - we stacked that, bodies - we hid that Rich wrapped and packed up and stamped with the logo (with the logo) Now we got it hoppin just like a pogo, poppin like the popo (damn) Word to my D.C. niggaz on Go-go Ask 'em, they know bro (fo sho) [Chorus - Bun B] 'Cause you know what it is (is), you ain't got to ask (ask) We gettin down to biz (biz), nigga do the math (math) Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com Somebody check the clock (clock) and tell 'em what the's time (time) 'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine) I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine) 'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine) I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine) 'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine [Verse 2 - Bun B] Primetime player (player), first class flyer (flyer) High life liver, luxury good buyer I'm a modern day pariah ('riah), tell it like Richard Pryor (Pryor) And won't stop rockin 'til I retire ('tire) So call me 'siah, the Underground King (King) I'm known to let 'em hang to the floor, it ain't a thing (thing) The first one to swing (swing), the first one to bang (bang) These pussy niggaz sweet, I think they sippin on the Tang (Tang) Dang, that's when "keepin it real goes wrong" (wrong) Singin the same old song, take off your thong (thong) Say you wanna get like me, then try harder (try harder) It's more than just some gangsta Nikes and a Starter (and a Starter) You got a father? I know he ain't proud (proud) He probably wished he would of pulled out, no doubt (no doubt) You've been a bitch since birth, no lie (lie) And you gon' be a bitch on the day that you die (that you die) [Chorus] [Break - Bun B] I get down for mine (for mine) I get down for mine (for mine) I get down for mine (for mine) I get down for mine (mine) [Verse 3 - Bun B] You motherfuckers ain't ready for the return of original trillness (naw) Imitated, never duplicated on some real shit (shit) I pull your card, then I pull the steel (steel) And then I pop it, now tell me how them bullets feel (feel) Kneel (kneel), bitches say I got that whip appeal ('peal) When they see me ridin on candy, grippin wheel (wheel) Oh (oh), not goin for bad, bitch I'm goin for broke (broke) And you already know it's fire when you see the smoke (smoke) You already know it's fire even before we spoke (spoke) And you know you gonna see the gun fire when he loc (loc) And like a beast spoke, splash on 'em and smash on 'em Then fire up the swishy sweet and leave the ash on 'em 'Cause Bun B is a winner, put your cash on 'em Or cash out, 'cause I'm layin his ass out (out) Soon as I pass up (up), that's when they pass out Nigga I'm the first goin in and I'm the last out (out) [Chorus]

[Verse 1] I wasn't gonna COME But now that I'm HERE I'm glad I CAME the club is BOMB Greens got a BIG cooler of DRANK he gives me SOME And then I step TO bitches with Game we try to RUN Up in these hoes don't even know their NAME They have no bra No panties They never say no They just hyper out and go on they way all the way home I'll just Wait Cause inside is much too stuffy Gotta find some pussy The club don't close till three And if you're lookin' for me I'll be... [Hook] Sittin' in front of the ride Drinkin' and smokin' some weed Checkin' out the bitches Tryin' to see what I can see I didn't know that there were so many hoes round here Got a parking lot full And I'll be checkin' out the bitches Tryin' to see what I can pull [Verse 2] I spotted this BITCH THAT I use to HIT back in the DAY she thinks I'm RICH Therefore she FEELS that I should PAY she doesn't got DICK Nice palm sized TITS jut there is no WAY that I can GIVE Her money for something I get for free She had no bra No panties She's ready to bone Even stock on her cock or you get ready to bone I think I'll just wait That just don't sound good to me Gotta find some cheap pussy The club don't close till three and if you're lookin for me I'll be... [Hook] [Verse 3] It's almost NINE It's damn near TWO it's getting LATE and that's a SIGN Of all the STARS out on the CHASE niggas be LYIN' Tryin' to win these HOES like it's a RACE and I don't MIND If I see a nigga all in my bitch FACE If she has no bra No panties Look like she wanna bone And it ain't no pain at all just go and take that hoe home I'll just wait For one of these freaks to come with me to make whoopy Find a piece of pussy My watch says a quarter to three And if you're lookin' for me I'll be... [Hook]

[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~] Raised in the middle of the land full of barbaque stands and the brothers throw hands* Every buddy gritten gettin grands Kansas city were the pretty women make you say DWAM! Kicks it like a donkey cause we famous Wicked women want me cause I came up This is were the homies trip and say what Yo we from the show get my money and we pay up Got on my Five o Ones and my gritter posture I fit her proper If she papered I'm in her choppers Lettin' her know this ninna dinner cost her And I'm famous squash her so animal like someone better get her doctor This boys born and raised in KC M.I.Z.Z.O.U. But once in a while I hit the L.K. for ladies Cause they straight B A.K. You Then back to Kansas city were is gates all on they plate We think about it and we crave it when we vacate I represent the MO and all the way to K state Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates [Hook: ~Tech N9ne~] I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates Strawberry baked bean mixed plate So everybody just bounce rock skate Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com Cant wait O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Like Ollie Gates O.G. Ollie Gates O.G. Baby This is Kansas City [Verse 2: ~Tech N9ne~] We be ?? pretty young things yo we got are selves in Like dun deal I'm a popper Blouzin Get her hot and ready listenin to Roger Troutmen Rest In Peace baby Seven this beats crazy Teach babyz we used to listen to this at least 80 We kansas city steppin no question We reppin 56 and 57 we know that if he jeffen then hes shady K.C.K.'s gate got the chicken wing this'ell bring Traffic when the people ?? So you better be listening cause the don is sniffin green This is the mission get ya when you hittin your nicotine They got your money man and you know that they aint Somethin delicous yea you know the trey say gates That's the place were they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great cause everyones bangin the A. Yates [Repeat Hook:] [Verse 3: ~Tech N9ne~] North side were is you (HEY!) South side were is you (HEY!) East side were is you (HEY!) West side, what it do? (HEY!) (TECH N9NE) Ain't no body's sauce like this Ain't no other barbaque boss like this The feel rellas might cost quite a bit Ya we do it but the fire ain't brought like this O.G. told me go see If the other city's Q is G.O.O.D. But he knew that id find out slowly Just like my KC barbaque they cannot hold me, A. Yates [Hook:] I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates Strawberry baked bean mixed plate So everybody just bounce rock skate Can't wait Now everybody say Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala Now Everybody Say Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala Damn Boy

[Intro:] Yeah (Where haven't we been yet) Fool (Jet Set now where haven't) Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh) Yeah, (Life under the scope) (Full speed, full court) (Media... Press) [Verse 1:] Yeah, my weed lit, My glass chill, Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel Car service only opportunity if I rest, In between destinations a lil hibernation Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh, They just wanna see ya fallin' The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin' The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin', Waitin on ya to contridict yaself All be and edvict yourself from the house Like when Beth instigated that situation When Tammy got David kicked out Suckers tryin' figure my angle, Puzzled by my shuffle aka wood in the bengals And just my Wayans brothers in the prescence of danger, Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle Stay calm knowin' we belong on the top, But we ain't trippin', Cause we'll get there in a minute Yeah, that's the statement for the mission Swiss move me so my watch ain't tickin' Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com Who yo crew is, Them niggas is bomb, Throwin partise like yeah bitch come They all at my art showin, Me and my folks gettin drunk Bangin' my sound from the wall mouse [Chorus:] Yeah, life under the scope Everything is a test, It's all day Go, full speed, full court Media, press, They just wann see ya fuck it all up Turn over, make ya give the ball up They just wanna see ya fuck it all up [Verse 2:] (Yeah) Vintage any chance hangin' from the ceilin, Naked beauties and blush pillows in em, Incense and fresh linen, I spit that complex venom The real niggas it strengthins The fake niggas it kills them, And the Big homie said That he "Still got visions of the rooftop." As do I, George, Jets and Jefferson Deluxe apartment in the sky, Niggas can't downplay me baby I'm too high Pilots speak I crafted these in my I'm pala seat, A New Orleans nigga, And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin' On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Skibeatz I been in the game, OG Seen fools blow up And blow it low key [Chorus]