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Bun B

Bernard Freeman (born March 19, 1973) professionally known by his stage name Bun B, is an American rapper and was one half of the southern rap duo UGK (UnderGround Kingz). He is also a guest lecturer at Rice University located in Houston, Texas. He recently released his third official solo album Trill OG on August 3, 2010, which received a 5 Mic "Classic" rating in The Source Magazine - the first album in over five years to receive the honor. Bun B is married with two stepchildren. more »

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Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Coming down gripping grain
Diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop blades chop trunk is popped I'm looking good
Swangin down the boulevard
Chunky deuce the fifth is shining
The queen is ridin shotgun
And finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just hustling grinding
My pockets are heavy
And my diamonds are blinding
My pistols are loaded
And cocked so know that I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog
But I'll kill for my fair day
R I P to my baby bro UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement
You lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill
That's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood
And you banging that Screw
Put your sets in the sky
Cause this one is for you
Keep on keeping it true
F*ck haters and again
Cause we don't play the game
To say we play we play to win (And l be)

Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Candy on my big wheel
Yeah man I'm still a kid
Twenty six rims same age as me can you dig
Ridin down the block
Knocking pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas
Hitting corner on them slabs
Seat laid back you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B
Rest in peace Pimp C
A mill on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires
We haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat
Candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot they mad at that
Chamillionaire how F A B get that
Two dimes in a car how bad is that
King of the jungle you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back
Just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much got cataracts
Been rolling up for a matter of fact
F A B get love where F A B is at
From the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston
Only rolling with them savage cats

Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

It's gone be F A C T to the feds gone mess with me
And F A B when they see
Mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe Inspector G
Bring em all cause they can't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard
Pick your choice I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West
Swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip gone strip
Let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sitting very low
Pimp that caddy very slow
They like yeah Chamillionaire
The realest I done heard holmes

I'm leaning to the side sideways sitting crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint
Got all of the people looking
I'm beating down the block
Giving the streets an ass whooping
Peep the way a player move
Take notes lil young-un
I'm moving slow moving leaning off a potent fo
Pistol in my lap
Plus another one in the side doe
You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Getting cake and stacking up that paper I need mo

Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

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