Bun B for President - RAH

Smoke somethin', bitch GK, hold up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C.P.A. trill, nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin' barre Smokin' weed, sellin' white Them other niggas' shit don't come back right That's how niggas get popped Tryin' to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life 'Cause most these niggas ain't livin' right Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight 'Cause niggas out here jack every night I keep my mind on my money, nigga, fuck the fame Big face hun'erds keepin' the game Hittin' the corner in the candy thang Sittin' on leather, grippin' the grain (yeah) Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey) Rollin' in somethin' (hey) foreign, I'm leather-grippin' grain (yeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (yeah) Well, I came in the door, I said it befo' I never fuck a hoe without head no mo' I never pull up in nothin' less than a four And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do' and known for my stidile I send a nigga, baby, mamma home with a smidile You can have the bitch, nigga, I ain't sentimental I smoke weed and freestyle over an instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H where the hoes will fuck three way Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a hoe say, "No, I won't No, I can't stop it and no, I don't" 'Cause a bitch know I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie à la mode 'Cause a nigga gettin' throwed Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey) Rollin' in somethin' (hey) foreign, I'm leather-grippin' grain (yeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (yeah) Good weed, good drink, big money, we Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather-grippin' grain I handle my business so I think (you already know what it is) I deserve to get throwed, throwed (nigga, Snowman, 165 a piece, nigga, USDA) I grind hard, grind hard and play harder, play hard Break out the pot, heat up, heat up the water, dear Swear to God, the minivan do tricks Hit the bricks, hit the lion and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (hood) sittin' on some big wheels Niggas coppin' white, turnin' flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day, day Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four-way (yeah) Good weed, good drink, big money, we Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain (big money, man, we only ride the best) I handle my business so I think (it's the one and only, Big Homey) I deserve to get throwed, throwed (hey, tried to told you I'm thug) This is so far and I'm torn on foreign land Worldwide, I'm known for the Arm & Hammer Murder the streets, I'm a wanted man (But the flow's like dope) so it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit I'm retarded with the Glock nigga, clip by clip The competition is none, they deceased to exist Let it breathe a little bit He's off his rocker, he's a little schitz Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw Now I got the game sewn like Granny's good shawl Sure, y'all niggas want war Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw Y'all should want more and more, and more, uhh Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey) Rollin' in somethin' (hey) foreign, I'm leather-grippin' grain (yeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (yeah) Good weed, good drink, big money, we (hey) Rollin' in somethin' (hey) foreign, I'm leather-grippin' grain (yeah) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed (hey), throwed (hey) Yeah (throwed)

"Pimp Mode" (feat. Bun B) Chamillionaire Yeah Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go Chamillitary-man yeaah Pimp Mode, You know I stay in Pimp Mode You know I stay in Pimp Mode yea Let her go (she wanna leave) Let her go (then you gotta let her breathe baby) Let her go (But if you wanna stay make sure you wipe your feet off on the floor before you step through the door) (Chamillitary-Man) Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Picture me listenin' while she beggin' (beggin') That ain't even my style (style), thats a penalty or a foul (foul) Hit the sideline and sit down (down) I ain't even trippin' bout how many my numbers that she gon dial (dial) You'll get ejected from the game now (now) Watch reality hit ya like pow (pow) You know my stacks will stay stackin' Knowin' they hate so I'ma stay packin' Knowin' Chamillionaire got what they lackin' havin' them ladys showin they back in Continental Lincoln just stretchin' Stash is hidin' my weapon Baby flashin' her fleshin' Hopin' its her that im sexin' Yes, I'm stayin' fresh just like Mannie 'Bout to go hit my spot in Miami Now that i won I'm puttin' my Grammy On the grill and hood of my Candy She talkin' bout can we, can we what? Please take another vacation? And I'm like take another vacation You gonna have to sit and stay patient I control her and remote her She doin' just what I told her Got her phone book in my phone yea somewhere up in my folder I stay choosin' em like a voter I Told her I'll promote her Pinky shinin' like its solar Game colder than a polar (hold up) Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Well it's a sunny day in the city With syrup and Sunny D Flippin' through Sunny Side Tryin' to get me some money g Down South on the South Side Where car seats are super-soft If you Trill we can conversate If you ain't I'll blow ya off Bun B, the King of the Trill The one and the only mayne My roof linin' is swede My seats is pony mayne My air-forces is crocodile Candy and Do Do mayne So when i step out I'm steppin out fly Thats fa'sho tho mayne Now Cadillac cars The machine 26's Sittin' clean, cup full of promethazine for the lean, naw mean (naw mean) Sittin taller than Yao-Ming Cut the corner, them hatas fall back and start bawing Lookin regal in the Regal Presidential in the Lincoln A Balla in the Beama Man what the fuck was you thinkin'? Me and Koopa wouldn't shine We got u boys sweatin' Playa, Texas is a grind-house Ask Robert and Quentin we be pimpin Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Pimp Mode, Mmm You in the presence of a playa In the presence of a playa (yea) Mmm I aint gonna be the one to save ya I ain't gonna be the one to save ya Mmm you in the presence of a playa In the presence of a playa Mmm I aint gonna be the one to save ya I ain't gonna be the one to save ya Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Pimp Mode, What you mean you ain't gonna save me? I don't need nobody to save me. Oh yea? And you talkin' bout Pimp? P.I.M.P? In the flesh. You know what that mean to me? What? Paper in my pocket. hahaha Now pull out your credit card and lets see if you can make my bank account pregnent. Naw, You crazy. What color is your card? Oh is it black? American Express Cause if it ain't you need to step your game up. Rookie. Maaan, who you callin' a rookie? Get up out my car. Uh, I was just playin' baby. You know I Love you. Yea, Alright. I hope you love to walk. Get out.

Let me tell you bout some real shit. Ay let me tell you bout some ILL shit. I mean we struggled for the meal kid. Only my day ones around me. With them this empire we building. No ceilings like Mr carter said in 09. Been on my grind for so long. I know it's my time. I ain't come alone though. I got some thick hoes and a sack of that dro. Pass it to my Bros. PrEying for my enemies. I spelled that with an e bitch man hold up hold up. Roof we a different breed bitch You ain't seen a nigga this trill since Pimp C kid I'm riding dirty trying to make to make it to my destination In my space ship reaching higher elevation. Acoustic levitation. Young prince no Tayshaun it's the mafuckin nation She used to be on the sideline hating. Left kids on her face no avon Plugged in like Avon Shit I reached a little with the line. I never talk business over lines they try to wire tap me all the time