models be droppin mayne (I Luv That Shit) Ladies shakin they backs And all the Players and the pimpes gettin heart-attacks, come on (I Luv That Shit) Ayyo DJ turn it up (I Luv That
garage and I got on that bong A n-gga said Wayne went nuts And I think I went, what my nuts are over-grown I'm so high, I'm overblown Think I'm overdosing
wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't fuck with us Aaw I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes
playin where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you Don't love no bitch And that's on everything I own But I swear nigga love every strap I ever owned
me I'm gonna be, I'm gon' always be around I'll give you all my love If you treat me right baby, ooooooooooh [Bun B:] Girl anything you wishin I can
a fully blown plan, with a fully loaded clip I'ma go up in your shit I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass Boy, you know who we is My homies
truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn
ring I like a woman gettin hers cause that's better then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak
from other chickens she don't thank that I'm wrong. I suppose, she don't like it when I'm away too long. That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
And it seems, that I always keep my pipe in these hoes Keep my mic at these shows, 'cause that's the life that I chose Pimp life, I chose to live the
love to be free So god dammit free Pimp C I know he ready to hit the street And jump back to makin beats And I know that nigga miss Bun B So we gon keep
everybody love to be free So God dammit free Pimp C, I know he ready to hit the street And jump back to makin' beats and I know that nigga miss Bun B
love to be free So god dammit free Pimp C I know he ready to hit the streets And jumb back to makin beats And I know that nigga miss Bun B So we gon keep
it 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
like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss you Man, I should go out and challenge a blow torch Respect no boy Except maybe Bun B I'm from the
I use it as my gas so they say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
to come And I'ma represent where I'm from Man I don't want to die, but I ain't scared to Shit I just want to make sure that I'm prepared to Can't
And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops, c'mon [Hook: Bun B] I done listened to
