Ronald Isley - Pimp & The Bun lyrics

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Ronald Isley - Pimp & The Bun lyrics

[Intro: Bun B] Say UGK sh** just ain't that solo sh** n***a this, that Bun B Pimp C sh** n***a [Bun B:] Well it's the Pimp and the Bun, we back in the game It's the Kingz of the Underground (ground) remember the name? I tell you n***as got fat (fat) while Pimpin' was gone Now you fixin' to cough it up, yo' a** was dead wrong So it's best that you head home (why?) b**hes the lead's blown Then half of yo' head's gone, we'll be buyin' yo' headstone From the land where the Feds roam (for real) bleeders done bled strong While they packin' that infrared so break bread and just get gone With them jazzy red-bones (bones) roam just like cattle (cattle) That's where you find them gangstas ridin' tall in the saddle (saddle) Can't f** with P-I-M-P or that B-U-N You thought that UGK went away b**h but here we go again Chorus: Ron Isley] Here we go again (oh, here we go) Here we go again - thought what we had was over Here we go again (oh) Here we go again [Pimp C:] It's the Bun and the Pimp (Pimp) steak and the shrimp (shrimp) Write my name cross the sky in a blimp It's UGK, I keep a trunk full of yay (yay) Swisher full of good (good) Robert Davis in my deck (deck) diamonds up against the wood (wood) I was gone for a minute, hoes tried to steal my dream Bun B kept it poppin' fo' years back on the scene Got mo' better hoes now (now) boatload of money Think my Bentley got a cold cause my paint's so runny I'm so cool to the sh**, n***a I'm certified Lookin' yellow sad b**hes and n***as off in they eyes (eyes) You don't wanna see the Pimp free gettin' paper (uhh) Here we go again, f** the law, f** the haters [Chorus] [Bun B:] Now what's up with the tough talkin? What's goin' on with the cappin'? What's happening with all that "I'm runnin' the game" and you're rappin'? You musta of realized you the porter, I'm the captain of this vessel (yeah) Suggest to gettin' out, commence to steppin' Reppin' n***as like a gear-o, the game need a hero Not another fake-a** Pacino or wannabe De Niro A real pistolero bandito that's "muy malo" A certified from [?] to The Apollo That's mo', ghetto than Rollo, ask around, take a census Of fingers pointing back to the brothers in matching Benzes We don't need no mo' friends (friends) got enough as it is (is) Cause we all about the biz b**h so here we go again [Chorus] [Pimp C:] Now what you know about it b**h? It's "UGK 4 Life" (life) A pistol to your Hilfiger, dick up in your wife Got the pound pump for three, cause you know I just pay one Nine past half hoes got ten then did none Man you know we got the [?] in Mexico going for five I'm a step on that b**h twice, still spray water to your eyes When you hit it with the soda it's gon' bubble up and rise Got no cheese to get me up out this b**h, I'm going live Still signed to Jive, I'm Rap-A-Lot mafia (uhh) Trill Entertainment perfect, no it ain't no stoppin' us UGK Records is an institution [?] freed the Pimp, it's goin' down in Houston [Chorus] [Ron Isley:] Oh here we go - baby, woo!