hustler halacious grind Man, I hold my city down like I anchor eyim I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me I'm a "G
's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyin. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G
ar's i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyin. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G
goin broke And my girl say I?m wrong, Shit but KUSH IS MY COLOGNE Im inhalin it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent I feel like I?m still mailin
a bus nigga mill stack (yeah) So she love me So I fuck her right From the floor, no ceilings What a hella sight Harley Davis is a nigga bike Eleven-hundred
Just be good to me (just be good to me) just be GOOD! [Bun B:] You want me to be good, then I'm a be the best And I'm a give you top shelf baby nuttin
me show you how I go wild Now you playin' with a fully grown man With a fully blown plan, with a fully loaded clip I'ma go up in your shit I don't play
this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I
Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer
talkin' off the wall I put a par in they shit I'm the original gangsta, I'll tell you how I do it I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with
I'm comin' from a school Where if ah nigga mouth get out we aim tah hit at you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm
rich cuz all i of is money and sex fuckin and checks money and sex fuckin and checks bun b:verse two i say i feel i feel i feel i feel im the best
g's and I need good homes. And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone- I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain't got no
the mic, spit one, let me hit that b*** Pimp-C, 8-Ball and MJG Keep spittin' that P to the I M P Bun-B, that's Texas, baby Ball and G, that's Memphis
-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about this bread
all night Walk wit' a limp and I talk wit' a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit' a dull pencil Sharpen up a
triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the
