Bun B - They Want Some lyrics

[Verse 1: Slim Thug] I got my whole city behind me They play my sh** and rewind me Ain't like these other rap n***as It ain't that hard to find me You see me in that gallow Walking out of that Louis store In late nights had dreams with superstars on team These hoes say I'm cheap Cause I ain't trickin' no sh** They look down at my feet Spent a stack on my kicks I say what the f** I wanna say Do what the f** I wanna do Go where the f** I wanna go If you don't like that n***a' f** you We don't love one of these n***as I ain't weakin' out of these hoes Been a real n***a for a long time I'm still here, all mine Real hustlers don't fall out, we just get it back Yeah the [?] if we just let it stack I'm in the club and I got to buy twenty racks And I'm leavin' with at least nineteen of that Hogg! If it ain't G it ain't me I'm everywhere you can't be That's why these n***as envy Thugga! [Hook: Kirko Bangz] I see a lot of n***as hating on me But they don't want none I know a lot of b**hes waitin' on me I thing they want some of that true sh** That real sh**, that there I think they want some That, that bu*t beat that there I think they want some Each time they coming down, that there I think they want some They slammin' doors, their 84's, that there I think they want some [Verse 2: BeatKing] All I see is haters on my dick in my sleep Wake up and they still up on my dick when I tweet White b**hes in my phone now I'm gettin' money They're life flicker after they crawl and you see me comin' Slide through, ride blue, my wrist got moved Pop truck stuntin' on all them hatin' hoes from highschool My ex-gal still call my number Every time I come on in the club she try to get drunk Hold up, on my daughter ho I'm getting' money On my other daughter I ain't never fallin' off These n***as chasing hoes instead of chasing paper f** a n***a I'm up in Cypress playing golf I'm f**ing these n***as' hoes they do not want it I-Phone with naked pictures of hoes with your wife on it Go and Slim and Bun I'm the first to get them Kirko k**'em Welcome to H-Town, the church of villains [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] I'm pullin' up in the newest whip that you never seen in person I valet park at the front door, the club owner come out cursin' I'm hoppin' out with a pair of J's that don't come out for months [?] in my mouth walked in my section, firing up them blunts These n***as pulling stunts like it's the motherf**ing X games I've been about that cash money bank wise and checks man Broads playing these s** games and I ain't f**in' around So Imma need your a** up and Imma need your face down See that's the way that I like to hit it Baby saying don't stop just get it We in the bed, we on the floor, and she on my pole be poppin' with it And I'm all up in there so wet she's gonna need swimwear Sweatin' and stretchin' so much in the bed, you gon' think it's a gym now Don't try to hate on me, don't want no beef like O.J My gladiators I've you ever try to touch the OG Put the hands on you then knock your gal and send her back to you lonesome It's UGK for life, put that on Pimp these n***as don't want none Keep it trill [Hook]