me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track of an oncoming train Stuck in the passenger seat Trying do the fast lane [Bun B
!) Well ain't no room over here! (UGK!) Bun! Bun! Young Money Moe! II Trill West! (West!) II Trill, II Trill! II Trill, II Trill... West! [Bun B:] Man
t doin it for no money (what you doin it for nigga?) Haha, we doin this for loyalty nigga Tell them niggaz Bun [Verse 1 - Bun B] They thought it was
a president who can face the plex of the future Not keep grasping at the ideas of the past (people cheering) [Verse: Bun B] H-Town The place is here
it 4 Pimp All my ATL woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp All my Birmingham woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp [x7:] Pop it 4 Pimp gone Pop it 4 Pimp [Bun B:] Now all my
you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!) But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated to the opposite sex
[feat. Gator Mane & GLC] [Intro: Bun B] Bitch don't play... for real! It P.I. No bullshit! Back up off me! I'm so serious about this. I'm So serious
'em! Put him under the tree - so every one of ya can see That ain't no fuckin' with the Bun-to-the-B! - Niggaz. [Chorus:] "Guess who's back? Me! " [
God himself ain't never made a badder dude Then the one standin in front of you Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
party bop to the sounds of a hot glock From New York down to Georgia it don't stop Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock Blaaat! [Bun B] They
you just let me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track of an oncoming train Stuck in the passenger seat Trying do the fast lane [Bun B
Heard the preacher at the service Declare you'd gone home that day To meet the Maker and His servants And take a rest amidst His grace He said now that
(John Mason Neale, 19th century) Good Christian men, rejoice With heart and soul and voice; Give ye heed to what we say: News! News! Jesus Christ is
(HookBushido): ( 6x ) Ich hab, ich hab, ich hab, ich hab Style und das Geld, ich hab all' das was den F*tzen so gefallt. -Yeha! (Part1 ; KayOne): Das
American Politicians have scarred our good name There are those too scared to see the terror threat hyperbole Were not all blood thirsty, ignorant, flag
Zyclone b bathouse a super place for cleansing ethnically train ride provided although the fare only sports the under class as the train goes by they
No no, Nooo no Where should I start? I don't wanna break her heart. The phone rings and it's you You beg me to come home And the truth is girl you think
On the good ship Venus By Christ you should have seen us The figurehead was a whore in bed Sucking a dead man's penis The captain's name was Lugger
