Road Bunx (feat. Stadic)

歌詞

[Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up Sharp as a razor blade, bitch don't step on my shoes You out your mind, thinking I won't pull out this weapon on you Phoenix Amare gators hater, yeah I'm stepping on you So you better have at least, a 3-57 on you Your woman is in the club, to show me love That's why you mean mugging me bro, but I don't give a fuck Don't let this suit fool ya, cause I was raised to grub All that touchy-feely shit, the quickest way you get fucked up I know you feeling real good, you full of that sherm and alcohol But it ain't nothing friendly about me, I am not your pal at all Unless you Rochelle and do nails, with them thick ass thighs Otherwise I'ma leave a cereal bowl hole, in y'all bitch ass guys [Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up It was the summertime, and Bun is down to mack a hoe (hoe) You know I graduated, from my pimping class in '94 So the sco' already known, before the game is played Trill niggas is getting paid, bitch niggas is getting sprayed Laid down, like a sheet on the bed with that heat to your head, I split you from the white meat to the red And from the red meat to the bone, when I hit your street with the chrome Bitch you best to beat your feet, and get gone But if haters I find that hid (hid), and think they got away with what they did Prepare for your bitch ass, to get slid Put that on my mama (mama), I put on for my town Put that thang up to yo' melon, and put your ass in the ground hol' up [Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up I don't really wanna do it take some pictures, and sign some auto-ma-graphs Find a lil' bit of love for after the club, and put this rod on her ass So I might be up and down your boulevard, picking up your baby mama mayn And you already know I'm strapped, best thang for you to do save the drama mayn I'm an asshole by nature, by my god damn self I don't love see war this bitch, I only love my god damn wealth Behind respect I go to war, cause I'm a fool in this bitch I'm ready to work I'm a mechanic, I got my tools in this bitch From Mo City to Port Arthur, we all underground kings Meet me in Mo City, and I'll show you what underground mean I got a rifle size hand cannon, gat in the club Murder your ass tonight, tomorrow I'll be back in the club for real [Repeat: x2] When we in the club, we got guns You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don't bar none hold up