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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.

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2005

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(Intro:)
Smoke somethin', trick
U-G-K, 4 life it’s goin down hold up, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill killer
Polo cut that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin' in the Candy car
Stackin' green, game tight
Them other boys work don't come back right
That's how killas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these boys ain't livin' right
Keep yo' popper, cut a fight
Cause killas out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money I don’t need the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang

(Hook:)
Sittin' on leather, grippin' the grain
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

(Verse 2: Bun B)
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never bust a floor without bread no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send somebody baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the chick player, I ain't sentimental
Blow big and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Never trust the judge, prosecutor or the DA
Head to the H, where the woman go three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a girls say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause your chick know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a cause I gotta get throwed

(Hook:)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
You already know what it is, n*gga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, n*gga U-S-D-A


(Verse 3: Young Jeezy:)
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (yup) heat up the water (damn!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit the brakes, hit the lights and wow, there go them bricks
Slide through the hood (Hood!) sittin on some big wheels
N*ggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels
Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (Aye!)
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (yeah!)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed

(Verse 4: Pimp C)
(Inaudible)


(Verse 5: Bun B)
(Inaudible)

(Hook:)
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed (yeah!)

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