Bun B - Underground Thang lyrics

[Chorus: Chamillionaire] Can't knock the hustle man Don't hate the player hate the game Gotta love it man Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane Trunk on bang Cause it's an underground thing Cause I'm an underground king [Bun B] It's Bun B the king of the trill And I'm bringing the steel Bringing the max it b**hes of fact It's that gangsta sh** I'm bringing it back I went from slanging the crack To slanging the tracks and slanging my sk**s Since ninety-two and slanging it still So bring who you feel bring who you feeling Bring them around and I'ma lay them down It's just another sound boy k**ing Rude boy wanna test Better make sure rude boy got on his vest Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest These monkey n***as on that monkey sh** Best to evolve or I'm bouts to go gorilla and k** them with a revolver So go on pimping you's a chip and I'ma blue bat You ain't ready for the blowback b**h and you already knew that So bring who you wanna bring on I'ma go king kong And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding dong Standing on top of the towers the trans go beating my chest So it's best you and your mans know I'm an underground king [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Can't knock the hustle man Don't hate the player hate the game Gotta love it man Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane Trunk on bang Cause it's an underground thing Cause I'm an underground king [Pimp C] I'm an underground king for life ?In my shoes like hittin in your wife? Tattoo that's you *man is an island* n***a you the pig you buy the Q Sounds scan short bro Bump it right like tylo Fake price buy the ice Use it for the Tony Snow Ball-faced liar try to call me a snitch I did four in population with a ball-faced b**h If it wasn't for that Bun n***as might not know my name no more But every time they gave him a mic He told them hos to let me go Reject tripper s**ing on nipple Gripping the grain playing with co*k Pull that zipper she ain't twister She getting money fast when it's in her mouth n***a you know what I'm about You who sight it I'm gonna ride I run the south use my highs I tell the truth even when I lie Atlanta is the country Them Georgia boy's cool It's all you out of town f*ggot n***as f**ing up all the rules That ain't blow that's recon That ain't dro that's popcorn You f**ing right they coming back Like you selling it cheap cause they stepped on, b**h [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Can't knock the hustle man Don't hate the player hate the game Gotta love it man Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane Trunk on bang Cause it's an underground thing Cause I'm an underground king [Chamillionaire] No reprise for the cars I'm staying up in the foreign Wanna wake up my neighbors And the other cooks in the morning If being Bun wasn't touring I swear the game would be boring If being fake was a felony All y'all rappers be starring in America's Most Wanted I missed that Pimp and that Pac So it seems that me and Bun B Is the realest breed you got My paper chase getting faster I'm even beating the clock When it comes to G's the tick tock Is gonna get beat to the dock I gave birth to the hustle So let my fetus be shown When I pull out them baby benjamins And I skeet on your dome I'm secreting the dough So don't leave your woman alone Or I'll turn my dick to a dollar And give your woman a loan My presence on Texas streets Is something that's easy to spot I'll a**a**inate concrete For the G's I'm bleeding the block Boys'll see me on swingers And think it's easy to plot But I bet them boys that's behind me They gonna be beaming up scott Hear me out [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Can't knock the hustle man Don't hate the player hate the game Gotta love it man Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane Trunk on bang Cause it's an underground thing Cause I'm an underground king