Trill O.G.: The Epilogue Album

Artist(s): Bun B

Cover Art

Bun B Trill O.G.: The Epilogue Cover Art

Tracklist

The Best Is Back

length: 3:33

God damn! (God damn!)
Guess who's back in the **********in' house? (**********in' house)
The King of the Trill *****, you guessed it
"UGK 4 Life" ho (4 Life ho)
You already know how we gettin' down this time around (time around)
We representin for the po' town (po' town), *****
And the **********in' best is back
Hold up, yeah

Ladies and gentlemen, you already know that it's him again
Lettin' 'em hang, non-feminine, crunk like I'm gone off Ritalin
Chopped off top, there's no middle and throwed on that load again
with no vodka, show shocker, mo' rocker
in the slab (in the slab), "Bend It Like Beckham", no soccer (no soccer)
And no doctor can diagnose, the symptom when I approach
My victim, from the back and tie the rope (rope)
And throw 'em over the ledge
like Blanket, throw a thrower over your head, all over your dead
Go 'head quote 'em, he said it was bound to happen (happen)
when you **** around with the clowns and down for clappin' (Clappin')
Get strapped, ready to pop rounds up out the Magnum (Magnum)
When they hop out and jack 'em (jack 'em)
Call the coroner to come out and wrap 'em
Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see
That ain't no ****in' with the Bun to the B, *****z

"Guess who's back? Me"
"There's no competition, huh, 'tion"
"Aww sh-****, hold up"
"Guess who's back? Shut 'em down"
"Hurt-hurtin' boys"
"It's over, it's over"
"'Cause the best is back *****"

"Guess who's back? Me"
"There's no competition, huh, 'tion"
"Aww sh-****, hold up"
"Guess who's back? Shut 'em down"
"Hurt-hurtin' boys"
"It's over, it's over"
"'Cause the best is back *****"

It's Bun Beeder mayne, ridin' with the heater mayne
*****s know that I'm the hardest out since the peta mayne (mayne)
Hot doggin', yeah smoke dog comin' out foggy
Lettin' off at your toes, hi froggie (hi)
My third leg loggy and your ***** is a lumberjack
You'd of killed that ho if you knew what I'd done to that (to that)
She chopped my tree down, often if I slumber jack
Beggin' me to call but **** I don't know where her number at (at all)
And on the cool, I ain't lookin' for it either though
Or the ***** before her, no I ain't lookin' for neither ho (naw)
It ain't like I really need her though
Once she drop to her knees and let me skeet it out, ***** she can go (go)
Lead her out like a blind man walkin'
Like Sandman dancin', it's over, stop talkin'
I'm sparkin' mo' dodo (dodo), blazin' mo' kush up (kush up)
Comin' mo' harder than a no hand push-up (push-up)

"Guess who's back? Me"
"There's no competition, huh, 'tion"
"Aww sh-****, hold up"
"Guess who's back? Shut 'em down"
"Hurt-hurtin' boys"
"It's over, it's over"
"'Cause the best is back *****"

Let's pass the peas like we used to say and put it down like we used to play
Let's make the news today and leave some cement in they shoes today
Say what we choose to say and lay down who we choose to lay
And we leave 'em laid (laid), while we leavin' paid (paid)
Fair and square *****, sound like an even trade (trade)
Triple cross and we leave 'em sprayed (sprayed)
Spayed and neutered, no matter how much you pray to the shooter's face (face)
'Cause there's no emotion ('motion) and there's no elation ('lation)
Then he realizes the reaper of the show he facin' (facin')
Secret words like a holy mason (mason)
Was all he heard before I took his head off (head off) and I blew his face in (face in)
Who ya chasin'? Ain't no catchin' up
Keep ya weapon tucked, be ready to buck and knuckle up, whenever you steppin' up
Takin' it as your guns are just, the fact that leavin' it less is crap
Never leave less than that
It's just a fact that ***** the best is back, ***** (yeah)

Cake

length: 3:58
Hold up
Smoke something, *****
My trademark, know what I’m talkin bout?
Yea, know what I’m talkin bout?
Uncle Joey was talkin' bout
Hey man, do fries come with that shake?
Do green guys come with them thighs
****, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, and Run rock rhymes
You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes
I be at it and on it, don’t start no static, I want it
When I want it I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it
Ain't no stopping, no frontin', this certified and official
When I see you lickin' your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin' ain’t easy, man it is if you be me
I see a new one every day, and they think that
Cause they jazzy and they carefree they gon' talk me out my pay
See, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter
Pay for *****, that’s alright, I grab the smoke so pass the lighter

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Mane you know I hit the first night, get 'em right the first date
But I got a question for yah, them thighs come with that shake?
You want Pappadeaux seafood, well you gon have to eat boo
Won't be in my foreign car, you gon' be a porn star
I know what’s going through your head, If I get 'em right with head
I might get a slice of bread for just a minute
I get cash in duffle bags, I don't chase the cake
Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake
Sorry, girl, I gotta go, like Pimp I’m on that purple dro
Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow
Round town, a bad chicks tryna flag me down
Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the paper

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

****, now all the trickin', you should stop it, money been the topic
While she digging in your pockets I be pluggin on her socket
All off in your crib, feet up on your ****
Instead of breakin' off a ho, you out here lovin' a *****
When I get this pimpin' biz, steel toe ?
The type of **** that run a chick some **** that she could bill for
Live for, all off in your billfold to make her happy
She shake you off, I break her off cause she bring it back to daddy
Don’t be mad at me, cause your ho done chose
I was out here on the stroll, she got down like she's supposed
I put her on some golds, and some vapors on her mind
Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
***** in yo mind, ho I got cake

Fire

length: 3:48
It's it's it's it's it's Serani
And Bun B

Hook:
When the heat is on we burn hotter than (fire)
People when .. me burn hotter than (fire)
Tell my enemy to .. with (fire)
When I lie for them .. (fire)

Murder murder wet drum
Man we got, I got dead dum
Uh boy look a shot
And take his motherf*cking head from me
Show that this is dead lum, made him chaos
Competition see .. I read the day long,
.. they boss like the triple sea city oh
F*ck em every oh yeah,
Oh yes their OP you see me hoe
Will you and BOG, that's why the fuck they ducking me
Ruller one I deal with the f*ck .. we bucking G
Will get the red how the .. in the dear play
P**sy and they talk match how the air
Motherf*cker beware till I retire all this fire
And I .. when I come with ..

Hook:
When the heat is on we burn hotter than (fire)
People when .. me burn hotter than (fire)
Tell my enemy to .. with (fire)
When I lie for them .. (fire)

Big belly mine, big belly mine mine
We belly mine, on tat, big belly mine
Big black Benz, 20% ten time
Turning niggas on the team, 20 percent friends
After pour five lines you know this organized crime
They still burn jewels I got them water last time
It's the not past time, this a land slide
And then bring you more fire better get your hands out bullet
Yeah all my beamer new I like my trigger finger crew
Get with the boss and maybe you can get a beamer too
Burning out the strip from Texas ..
As a damn stand in line just dying this fools in

Hook:
When the heat is on we burn hotter than (fire)
People when .. me burn hotter than (fire)
Tell my enemy to .. with (fire)
When I lie for them .. (fire)

Winner to test is 22 necklace,
Money it's all tall she gotta count it than decepeters,
Balling like the asperse, trigger on that Texas,
Sexting, texting, aggravated flexin
Did it for the money and the fame came with it
The .. from the island and they came came with em
Roll through the block in the cherr ycall for drop
Jim Carey, Mariah Carey you can carried out
They gotta stretch you with the name out
Shoot them nigga in the damn like they on
In the same, in the membrane
Two chains but today I got on tree chains.

Hook:
When the heat is on we burn hotter than (fire)
People when .. me burn hotter than (fire)
Tell my enemy to .. with (fire)
When I lie for them .. (fire)

No Competition

length: 3:54
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em)
Load em up and **** em (**** em)
Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
Aim! (I will let it go)
Aim! (I will lay it down)
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)
So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em)
Load em up and **** em (**** em)
Arms out the window and aim!
Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)

'Cause I am Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson, Mike Phelps
Michelangelo with the flow bro and the mic helps
Ha! The mic stealth, that's for the mic's health
You'll take me out – now that's the funniest ****, Mike Epps
They say the street need a hit
It ain't gon' write itself
So I'mma set this ***** on fire
It ain't gon' light itself
And I'mma beat the beat up
It ain't gon' fight itself
****in let it write itself until it good night itself
That's for the OG to do it
Just equip me and do
You know what we a do fool
I will pull it back
I will let it go
I will lay it down

'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)
So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em)
Load em up and **** em (**** em)
Arms out the window and aim!
Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)

'Cause I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry Hoover
Tooky Williams, Mike and sexy on, ***** I will do ya
Now when you talkin' do a million people listen to ya?
Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya
You born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the picture
When you go, you gon try to take some trill *****s wit' ya
Son of ***** yea, I say **** you for a picture
Come in to get yo head a bodybag
This shoulda fit ya
***** talkin' down in your subliminal rap
We're playin', you get slow dice
Like slit through the craps
Snap back to reality, there'll be another studio
Casually, try to battle me
I leave em rattled G
That's for the OG to do it
Just between me and you
You know what we a do, fool
I will pull it back
I will let it go
I will lay it down

'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)
So I'm gon' make sure I can drop em (drop em)
Load em up and **** em (**** em)
Arms out the window and aim!
Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)

Staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scrapers
Get through it big, I got the rhythm to bend cages
Choppa mad, places in front
We just stunt, you know my shakers
All of them shoot just like the Lakers
Paper fryers and Goliath, mission attired, he wired
Kill that ***** with the quick fast and tie it
Check that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen *****s up
Quinton thought he was straight just like moose and
Stat and Pharell bustin them bow and arrows
We touch so we lowin sparrow
Chums is long and goofy like cousin Cowell
Truth or fire, dope fiends get crucified
Both teams is super loud
Me and Buns, the underworld is ours *****
Pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps
Try to stop me *****, shoot through his eyes
Blow tryin' to cope, coppin' the stove, he drove pop us

'Cause them boys keep challenging me
So I'm gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
Load em up and **** em (**** em)
Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
Aim! (I will let it go)
Aim! (I will lay it down)
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)
So I'm gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
Load em up and **** em (**** em)
Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
Aim! (I will let it go)
Aim! (I will lay it down)
'Cause them boys keep challenging me
(But there's no competition)

Don't Play With Me

length: 3:56

(screwed up)
They talkin big baby
They they talkin big baby
They talkin big baby
They they talkin big baby

Chorus:
They ont wanna play
They ont wanna play
They ont they ont they ont wanna play
They ont wanna play they talkin big baby
They ont wanna play
They ont wanna play
They ont wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way

Verse 1:
Say u a killa killa
Say u bout that skrilla skrilla
Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat)
Jus might get fill up fill up
Mr. Potatoe Head
U gone make me kill this nigga
U claimin yo flow is sick?
Yea well mine is illa illa
Catch me in that dirty dirty
Feed up in that villa villa
So live im the 05 thrilla in manilla
Come thru with the triple village
Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin
Nigga im about my bread!!!!
My flow is yo ceilin ceilin
Nigga pop off
Finna get popped my word is booooorn
Wanna shoot the head up
Meet me in the ring lets go its ooooon
Ain't affraid wut u niggas got to offa
Got killas in the mit that'll off ya
Yawl niggas ain't on the same level
Pull up pull off in the vocsha
One day in my life it el cost ya
Look away look back i lost ya
I ain't a killa main
But i will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter
You meet me by the creek by the crawler
Im the on sippin weight cruch the balla
You niggas is hustlin backwards
(they talkin big baby)

Chorus:

Verse 2:
I tried to told em not to act up
But he didn't listen
Now his colla bone and rib cage
Out of position
Ima big dude
Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga
I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party
He ain't see shit all he seen is a shottie
Next he seen jesus
Pick up the putisis
Im the shit mattafact in shiesest
Dont make me show u wut a beast is
Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya
Slackin on ya day to day
U know wut time it is and i ain't flava flave
But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades
Ill leave u hurt like u label paid
U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today
So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way
Man i will lean u like a kick stand
Rock u like a wristband
Cut chu then i switch hands
(they they talkin big baby)

Chorus:

Verse 3:
Now all u pussy niggas
Fuck boys snitches and hoes
Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does
Represent for pop trunkers
Wit the trues and the voes
Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows
From the pros to begginners
L 7's to the winners
Southern course steakas
To the chicken dinnas
And grind all the binnas
And need to get it out
Find a tight trap
And then i said it out
Bet cha bout them dolla
On the best cause im back
Im the true and certified who resieded pimpin back
Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh
Young jeezy the snow man
But i pack is the best
So wen u see the 8 and the A
Put the hatin away
Joey is back and we been waitin to play
Trigga finga waitin to spray
Leavin ya punchured
And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction
(they talkin big baby)

Chorus:

Gladiator

length: 4:59
The spirit of Pimp is in here (yeah)
Truck Buck (uh huh), never give a **** (yeah)
6300 Westside Port (haha)
Southwest Superman (already)
Yeah, Trill Gladiators (mayne)
Yeah huh, yeah, goons catch ya in the street (yeah)
Gladiators we come to your house like Pimp say (no ****)
Uh huh and guess what? (what?)
We ain't doin' it for no money (what you doin it for *****?)
Haha, we doin' this for loyalty *****
Tell them *****s Bun

They thought it was over, they thought that I was done (I was done)
They said I wouldn't last, I'm the last one (last one)
I'm "Still Standing" like the Goodie to the Mo-B
In a black hoodie, it's the O.G., you know me (me)
Never bow to no feet or kiss no rings (rings)
Hold my own ground, never doin ho things (things)
Just to get accepted (accepted), just to be included ('cluded)
***** I am from the South, that ain't how we do it (do it)
True ****, you and your city must be on some new ****
Gettin' on my last nerve, such a damn nuisance
***** *****s on the rag, wearin Couture or Juicy
You don't like what I say, **** ya *****, that's my two cents
Opinions is like *******s and I don't like *******s
So stick your opinion in your *** ho (in your *** ho)
That's for whoever ain't me
You just hatin on a ***** that ya know ya can't be

I'm a, gladiator, greater than the rest
Bring who ever's won a battle, you'll never be the best
Got a chest made of metal, a jaw made of steel
When I put the hands of God on ya, tell me how it feels

I'm a, gladiator, hardest of the G's
Bring the biggest you can find, bet I drop him to his knees
I bring it to ya now, **** bring it to ya later
And never take no **** up off a hater, 'cause I'm a gladiator

Now make way for the big man (man)
'Fore somebody catch a smack from the big hand (hand)
Rap-a-Lot is in the building and we in control ('trol)
"II Trill" comin through *****, make a hole (make a hole)
And we ain't askin you but one time
Give a **** if you pedestrian or the one time (time)
***** you can walk the gauntlet or the gun line
We can light the night sky up, like it's sunshine (shine)
'Cause I run mine (mine), this is native turf (turf)
And we'll squeeze and toss a ***** like he made of Nerf (made of Nerf)
He's playin games like it's Fisher Price (Price)
They gonna find your *** gutted with a fishing knife (fishing knife)
See now you gotta ask yourself a question
Is he really serious or was he just testin? (testin)
I hope your answer ain't the latter
'Cause I think you just made a mad ************ madder

I'm a, gladiator, greater than the rest
Bring who ever's won a battle, you'll never be the best
Got a chest made of metal, a jaw made of steel
When I put the hands of God on ya, tell me how it feels

I'm a, gladiator, hardest of the G's
Bring the biggest you can find, bet I drop him to his knees
I bring it to ya now, **** bring it to ya later
And never take no **** up off a hater, 'cause I'm a gladiator

And I don't want to be nobody but
Never **** ride or see me swingin on nobody nuts (nuts)
Real hood ***** (*****), real street ***** (*****)
That'll stand up on his own two feet ***** (*****)
Never been a *****, never had a plan to be (be)
And talkin down on other *****z ain't the man in me (me)
A man walk it (walk it), exactly like he talk it
We can swing it or stalk it 'til somebody white chalk it
You don't want a problem ***** ***** (*****), so don't bring us up
Actin like you *****z hard or twistin your fingers up (up)
'Cause you be bluffin in the streets
I let the dogs out, then I let the hogs out, 'til it's nothin in the street
There is nothin industry or Hollywood about me (about me)
I'm no studio gangsta (gangsta) but if you want to doubt me (doubt me)
Then catch me on the corner (corner) and run up if you wanna (wanna)
To kill your ***** *** will be a **********in honor, 'cause

I'm a, gladiator, greater than the rest
Bring who ever's won a battle, you'll never be the best
Got a chest made of metal, a jaw made of steel
When I put the hands of God on ya, tell me how it feels

I'm a, gladiator, hardest of the G's
Bring the biggest you can find, bet I drop him to his knees
I bring it to ya now, **** bring it to ya later
And never take no **** up off a hater, 'cause I'm a gladiator

Yeah, yeah, ya hear me ***** *** *****z?
Uh huh, any ***** talkin ****, we comin to see ya (gladiator)
Picnics, to ya house, barbecues, yeah
Anywhere, clubs, tell him who comin Bun (gladiator)

Stop Playin'

length: 3:44
I'm the one-man army, Bun B
I've never been taken out
I keep emcees breaking out
I'm bringing real rap back and
Taking the faking out
I'm clearing all the bullshit out the way
To make a vacant route
OK, now let the real *****s roll through
It's going for you new *****s and the old too
It was some bullshit then and it's some bullshit now
So I'm just tryna keep the bullshit down
They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level
Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble
And yeah that's true but if you wanna point blame
Just be careful about the **********ing way you aim
You blame radio, internet, and politics
But see, we all really know it's just a pile of ****
You not playing cause your music ain't hitting
The people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting mutha****a

You saying you the man, that's the key to you
Because we knowing what you did and what you didn't do
It's not the **** you say, It's the **** you not saying
You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
Stop playing

*****s be lying, talking about they bust a heater
Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber
Leave it, my rivals underground like SkyZoo's how I do
I have em laying on the ground bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his **********ing head like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in the place where
I'm wearing Gucci mane, getting white boy wasted
I tell a ***** break bread or take lead
I'm trying to get rid of this weight, K-Fed
Me and Bun got the gangsta bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you that ain't the prom
I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not Stan
Flow like Viagra, that's why they go, God damn
I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
I'm God-like, when I'm praying I should stand

You saying you the man, that's the key to you
Because we knowing what you did and what you didn't do
It's not the **** you say, It's the **** you not saying
You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
Stop playing

No rapper can rap quite like I can
Now take your best-known rapper and make him a fan
I'm the man homeboy, been running the block
I make you say Go Reggie and do the wop, ha ha
And I'm Doc, the *****s are hating
My flow and your swag, it don't relate
'Cause I'm great
Jewels like Frosted Flakes
Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake
I hold weight when the camera rolling
It's like golf how I got the US Open
***** I'm nice, I see you scoping
Think twice before you move that close in
That's my dosage, call me tomorrow
Look so fly when you call me a barber
Everything I write, call me the author
Baby I'm back, sorry I lost you

Triller

length: 3:34

[Intro: Kirko Bangz]
Triller
Say ain't nobody triller
I'm a motherfuckin killer
Say ain't nobody triller
And you know it's for real

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord
For giving me another day so I can go hard
Never been fraud, always kept it true
Get dressed, hit the street try ta' see what it do
Cut a few corners, chunk a few dubs
Get 'em, jump back, trill niggas show love
Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind
Either get with me or get like me – that's on the grind
Candy paint shine as I flip through the city
Ridin' 84s, and them hoes look pretty
Had dirty money way before P Diddy
I'm just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the titty
Is ya with me?

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
I'mma put it down my nigga
Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga
Boys talking down on a nigga
But since day one I've been a killer
Mayne and ain't nobody triller
Say ain't nobody triller
I'm a motherfucking killer
H-Town in this bitch
And you know it's for real

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Riding drop top in the Fleetwood Lac
The sun is shining down on my Astros hat
I'm all about the cheese but I never been a wreck
Gotta keep it to yo self, what part of the game is that?
You see me rollin 4's on them foes, just flipping
Leaning on the leather through the Southside dipping
You know I got the gat up on my lap with the clip in
Cock back ready but these boys ain't tripping
Who run this bitch? Don't even bother
My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father
My father did his thing like a G
He passed it down to me
Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane
Sitting sidelines, want to quarterback the game
Back seat drivers get to talking too much
But not when I'm around, cause they know they get touched
It's the city called Clutch, and that's how we come through
Fake niggas runnin up? What the fuck they gon' do?
P.A. trill nigga, no Hilfiger
Put it on yo ass, before when we still wheel nigga
New niggas in the game, get your share
Long as you ain't touching mine, bitch I really don't care
Sets in the air, twist yo fingers til they break
Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake
For the game

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

Dippin' & Swervin'

length: 3:46
Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swervin' in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

I’m dippin through the city, fresh Jordans on my toe
Candy coupe DeVille, ridin Cadillac bro
I’m all up in yo hood, ***** checkin' on my dough
Catch me with yo baby momma, checkin' on yo ho
A pocket full of bread and I don’t mean pita
Leanin on this ditch *****, hand on the heater
Your gal on my meter, she begging me to beat er
But I really don’t want it, damn sure don’t need er
She a fly mamasita with a big round bottom
They come a dime a dozen and I damn sure got em
Somebody should’ve told er that I’m all about the pay so
Get up off yo knees, I need the cheese, get the ya sold

Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

I’m dippin' through the city, fresh fitted on my dome
Comin' down candy and I’m sittin' on chrome
Eighty-Fo's crunkin' and they sqeaky like chrome
Make you ***** mouthwater and a ***** straight moan
Port Aurthur is the home, mane and Texas is the grill
The south is what I rep so you can get it how you live
A glass house dropper so they know just who it is
With diamonds on the wood 'cause I’m handling my biz
I’m jumpin' up the hood so they know just how I feel
It’s UGK for life but if I’m ridin' for the trill
Real just blindin', we do it big time
And I’m grippin' on the grip and I slap that shinin'

Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

I’m dippin' through the city, fresh chain upon my neck
The hood *****s see me and I’m getting my respect
They understand that I ain’t playin with a fork yet
If you get up out of line then I’mma put yo *** in check
I’m certified partner, better know it when you see
They gonna recognize it when you're ****in' with a G
They put me in the cross, I’m sending flowers to your team
I’m finna cut some branches down up off your family tree
I’m underground king, that’s forever and a day
And I’mma lay a hater down that up in my way
If you can ask him then you can explain
Don’t **** with that trill *** ***** from PA

Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'
Dippin' and swerving in my suburban
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin'

On One

length: 4:03

(Verse 1: Bun B)
Baby your love is like a drug
I need it like a fiend
Every time I get it, it's got me gone like a fiend
Every time I hit it, it's like the best dro
And every time I'm with you I don't wanna let you go
See I don't think you know
How much you got me sprung
I'm walking around pacin' acting high strung
Try to go to sleep
But when I lay up in my bed
All I do is toss and turn to get you out my head (out my head)
It won't give me no peace I can't rest
Waking up in deep sweat shirt sticking to my chest (to my chest)
I feel it deep up in my stomach
And no matter how I try just can't run from it (run from it)
It's like an itch you can't scratch
Waiting on the chef to come through with a fresh batch (fresh batch)
I'm trying to keep it together but
I'm feeling like I'm going to need you forever
You got me on one

(Hook: Deven The Dude)
When I give you a call you don't answer your phone
When I pass by your house girl you're never at home
I'm doing everything I can just to leave you alone
Cause it's like
And everywhere I went man I was looking for that ho
I'm going crazy it just ain't fair
I'm in the streets looking for you everywhere
People stop and they stare
But I just don't care
Cause it's like
And everywhere I went man I was looking for that bitch, oh shit

(Verse 2: Gator Main)
Hey why you never at home
Why you never answer your cellular phone
Who that little bitch in front doorway
I'm gonna tell her you gone
How she know where I stay anyway
Hey what the hell are you on
I'm in the 5-50 bumping my (?)
With a lil' yellow bone watching my television
She in love with a nigga but she just won't admit it
Look why you playing hard to get?
Why you just want some niggas
We in Kansas City
I'm the man in the city
I'm (?) in the city
Say god dammit she pretty
I'm a sucker for hookers
But don't be tricking no dollars
How bout we gather our children off in a little country cottage
And this coupe with no mileage
Plus my passenger (?)
Now we way down in Houston with ambassador Bun
I'm an ace in the hole
Your nigga a rapper with guns
I'm the jack of all trades
And bitch he the master of none

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Devin The Dude)
I saw your friend the other day
She acted like she knew something I didn't
Then she turned around and started grinning
Like I was the butt of a joke
The last to know
Started to ask where you were
She acted like she had to go
Quick, birds of a feather I guess
I'm cold and sick, but nevertheless
I'm aight, can't sleep at night
I turn and I toss
Call you cellphone, but you turned that ho off
So I pace the floor
I can't wait no more
I try to find you but you know I won't chase you though
Now I'm going through some withdrawls
Without you I've gotta go and settle for some big drawls
And all I want to do is get another dose
I tried that other shit but you know what I love the most
I plug your hole if you let me
But you got me feeling all lonesome
Yah, I'm on one

(Hook)

The Legendary DJ Screw

length: 3:50

Bye!

length: 4:30