Houston BBQ
(专辑: Start Finish Repeat - 2023)
[Bun B:] Hold up Goddamn This ho go, I
ain't lying (For real) This bitch go right here (Know what I'm sayin'?) I
been waiting a
long time to rock one of these Large Professor beats (Big facts) Back on the
block With my brothers Paul and Term' Round two, let's get it, baby (Let's roll) Ay Hey, I
wake up in the
morning thinking, "The world is mine" Living in a
house that's big with a
girl that's fine Ride around in the
car that cost more than an Ivy League education I
don't sip Starbucks, I
make 'em As-salamu alaykum to the
gods Middle finger up to the
fraud Stick my middle finger up in your broad You a
sucker with a
gangster façade I'm the
dealer pulling your card No holds barred, I
go so hard Put me on a
beat by Large Pro I
spit a
verse that left for dead in Paul garage though But what you expect when you beckon the
OG? I
reckon get to wrecking, six foot is down to four three None of it done low-key, I
broad-day you You know me, where I
see you is where I'ma lay you On the
ground, screaming out, "Somebody help me" It's Bun, Paul, and Term' on production from LP [Paul Wall:] I
stay true from the
womb to the
tomb Married to the
grind, we're the
bride and groom My cup full like the
moon, full of Warren Moon Left my nuts on your chin, but I'll be back soon Don't assume that we the
same, you must be high like noon Inhaling balloons to think that you can make me gloom Build real life bonds, not just on zoom Rest in peace Pimp C
and MF DOOM Make room for the
Slab, I'm 'bout to park it Drank-stained carpet, don't get me started Got greens like the
farmers market, let's go spark it I
got goals for the
squad and we're right on target It's uncharted, the
final destination Pardon me, I
drive slow, please be patient With Bun and Large P
in the
rotation Termanology in the
equation It's the
Paul Wall Paper [Termanology:] I'm at the
blue note counting blue notes, pit blue nose Karate flip quick to a
brick like judo Hopping out the
whip, two-door, papi, you know Moving through the
app, now we trapped through the
two row We all got classics, depend who you asking I'd be doing anything my pen can imagine Autobiographic, kings of this rap shit The
heart-colded assassins My expertise Show you had to get this cheese They know I'm the
main source, I
got extra beans Slam the
door in your face, no respect for these Eloquently, I
take it to the
next degree It's the
triple OG, Slab God, and me So many GOATs in the
room, they could hardly breathe If you see me in the
garden, pardon me I'm doing my thing as you should be doing the
same [Bun B
& Paul Wall:] One, two, three of the
best that ever did it Got my brother Paul to the
right and Term to the
left of off me Wall Paper, Term', and Bun B
One, two, three of the
best that ever did it