Never down, we accept rejects team shooting fouls, got three techs Everybody with us at the bank, G-checks Crew so deep, looking a V Neck
Where'd I get all bros? Not my dad But we're looking for new talent, the wanted ad So many friends on the side, the boat's over Get an accident, I got some organ donors Every time we hit the block, bring the We're a tumor; a growth hard to And O-line, a D-line, my fills up the Bee Line to the back, and put the bus on recline Dudeliest Catch, Apatow's attached We hang out in the streets, and the streets collapse Faces next to faces, I know half the names pay attention, make sure everybody came Swarming locusts, we're so hard no to notice Bring the noise, bring the funk, like Mr. Holland's The riot come out when we're playing Solitaire Put your against mine, we're not playing fair
Surrounded by my dogs because I'm man's friend King of the block, I got a good at the Mandarin Matching shirts and Nikes, like a cult Whole nuts, word to Charles Schultz Credit, we don't sweat it, I win, we win Ruff at Soul Cycle, when I spin we spin Dozens of best friends forever, it's like we 'em Corporate retreat, falls, we bodied 'em Women loving the crew, like your outfit Saying to everybody takes an extra night When anyone of us succeeds, we all My crew the sickest, allergic to butter My homies ride, we caravan Kendrick cover Emergency bontacts, ball my Blood brothers a movie in which everybody stunts We all eating, Marky Mark and the Funky
Bun B: I'm moving the city, I'm rolling with my crew When we pull up the party, man, they don't know to do I came more people than the club can even hold And more cars than they can park, this shit's control We walk inside the building, knocking out the pathway Taking sections, didn't even meet 'em halfway They ask us what we we ask you what you got Then we buy up all your liquor till the fucking shot I'm with a lot of G's, man, ain't no pretending It's gon' be shoulder to if Bun is in attendance We fall up in the function and it's getting fucking hot I can say the reason why; ItsTheReal better not I put a call up to the homies and all came Deeper than a crowd at a Super Bowl It ain't no to my game so don't you try me And out to the Million Man March walking behind me