Bun B - Speakeasy (feat. Twista & Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis) lyrics

Please settle downs, everybody sit down Sit down for a second, Mildred! Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the table (It's a Big E beat!) C'mon now, sh** This is, this is why we don't ever have nothin' man It's a good evenin' here, Ceddy St. Louis This right here about to bring to the stage Is a gentleman from Port Arther, Texas Real gentleman, real singer, real story teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun Thank y'all for comin' to see me this evenin' (yeah) Cookin' this cajun' I laced it with seasonin' (huh) In here, I been here and don't plan on leavin' The king of the trill's 'bout to pa**, who's receivin? I'm throwin', I'm throwed on, the mic I explode Slow all that bangin' man just like my load Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode Where I could just black out and leave yo' a** flo'ed Benze's and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em Big booty hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em Take 'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em They p**y is golden (what) my dick is platinum And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin' I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in That get money frame of mind, any day and time That's what this is and sh** ain't no shame in mine Back on that bullsh** so bring in the cattle Ready for war so let's get to the battle n***as is babies with bottles and rattles The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle That all you got G? You comin' up short You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart You need actin' cla**es, you can't play the part Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get smart I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the center Right in the red for the breadwinner in her Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter I'm grippin' that wood (sh**) just got a splinter You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie? We after paper, you after the nookie You bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie Twista! They can never run in my shoes They know nothin' 'bout the ones and the twos (nope) Murder to the drums when I bruise Twista k**in' them with Bun and the Blues (yup) Competition better study harder Cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune) They gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters I'm a be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!) Comin' up and standin on my stack (stack) And you still listen out the ride (ride) I ain't even got a car note (nope) Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed And I'm a get 'em, I could tell her (tell her) Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust He can even spit the a cappella ('pella) He can even come right off the top (no) He don't k** 'em even though he crumb (no) He can only k** 'em in the studio When somebody can help him make a song (yeah) Ask me why I don't hear it, I told ya On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa Constrictor, Twista inflicts the pain of a cobra Flame and I'm a show ya, the remains of a soldier Down home blues k**in' n***as in the game, 'til it's over