8ball - Ball And Bun lyrics

[EightBall] Check 1, 2 Check 1, 2 baby, yeah, uh 1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2 Somebody better tells these mothaf**ers how we wreck fools Disrespect fools Check and snap necks too Chrushin' duos Sittin', waitin' on the next 2 n***a, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs Gone off illegal sh**, bustin' out the sunroofs Scatterin', n***as chatterin' About where they been Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with Stereotipical, down South country sh** On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money sh** It's EightBizall makin' n***a feel Memphis, Tenn Makin' hip-hop, funky as a chit-a-lin Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in Hoes and n***as, got a lot of sh** to talk about Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South Chorus: [EightBall] I don't know where ya been And I don't know what ya seen But I know deep down South It's all about the green [Bun] Now, I don't know what ya seen And I don't know where ya been But I know deep down South, ya keep your G-U-N [EightBall] I don't know what you've done And I don't know what you do But I know deep down South n***a, it's all on you [Bun] Now, I don't know what you do An I know what you've done But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else But Ball and Bun [Bun] I see no evil Say no evil Hear no evil Try not to get in no evils Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down South gon' put that crush down n***a lay your philly, and you'll touch down Takin' that sh** so much clown Don't even sound real no mo' Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo f** you and that steel .44 I'm triz, oh ho Pay your dumba**es no nevermind Flip flows, so clever shine Like diamond grapes on leather vines Forever I regard it As the first fool that started Movin' ga**ed up n***as till they farted Hands, black hearted, cold Get retarded Like slingblade, it bring made n***as I played n***as Still wanna see a thing fade n***as I stay n***as That is the fight, what you believe Give you life room to breathe But tonights the night for you to leave As soon as sleep Ain't got, no tricks up Your still get mixed up From Southern black macks That stay gettin' they dicked s**ed Chorus [EightBall] Crooked as the first letter in the word South n***as who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought f**in' some stout, smokin' out At my n***a house 98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out Screwed up, drinkin' my cup Grippin' my nuts Hoes be jockin', but eager n***as get setup Wet up, f**ed up, what's up? Test us, guess what? True but, you just, messed up Deeper, than encyclopedia Britanica If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya [Bun] To all you Betty Crocker co*k knockers that wanna cook a cake But don't know what it took to make that b**h Take a look you fake And switch your recipe n***as always takin' tests of me Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate Bring the best of me Leave your mouth open, sesame seed I seperate from stem and weed Me, I go, murder Murder them in deep blood clot They get all red hot from lead shots And what not Mine, I go dead after red dot And buckshot So b**h n***as get the f** out Leave s**as stuck, f** props This where the buck stops Chorus [EightBall Talking] Yeah, Euphoric images Psycadelic gangsta sh** This is f**in' groovy man I'll be back 3004