Never turn down, we accept Whole team shooting fouls, got techs Everybody with us at the bank, cashing Crew so deep, looking like a V
Where'd I get all bros? Not my dad But looking for new talent, check the wanted ad So many friends on the side, the tipping over Get into an accident, I got some organ time we hit the block, bring the floats We're a tumor; a hard to diagnose And O-line, a D-line, my team fills up the Bee to the back, and put the bus on recline Dudeliest Catch, Apatow's attached We hang out in the streets, and then the collapse Faces to faces, I don't know half the names Someone pay attention, make sure came Swarming like locusts, we're so 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 shirts and Nikes, looking 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 of best friends forever, it's like we copied 'em Corporate retreat, trust falls, we 'em Women loving the crew, like outfit tight goodnight to everybody takes an extra night When of us succeeds, we all suffer My crew the sickest, allergic to butter My homies ride, we caravan like cover Emergency bontacts, ball my Blood brothers Living a movie in which stunts We all eating, Mark and the Funky Brunch
Bun B: I'm moving through the city, I'm rolling my crew When we up the party, man, they don't know what to do I with more people than the club can even hold And more cars they can park, this shit's outta control We inside the building, knocking people out the pathway Taking over sections, even meet 'em halfway They ask us what we drinking; we ask you you got Then we buy up all your liquor till the last shot I'm rolling with a lot of G's, man, ain't no It's gon' be shoulder to shoulder if Bun is in We fall up in the function and then it's fucking hot I can say the reason why; ItsTheReal better not I put a up to the homies and they all came Deeper than a crowd at a Super ballgame It ain't no shame to my game so you try me And out to the Million Man March walking behind me