Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fukk a hoe without head no more
I never pour up in nuttin 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 a nikka baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bytch nikka, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfukk the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fukk three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bytch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nikka gettin throwed
Bun was just having fun outchea
I never fukk a hoe without head no more
I never pour up in nuttin 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 a nikka baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the bytch nikka, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherfukk the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the hoes will fukk three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a bytch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a nikka gettin throwed
Bun was just having fun outchea
then 
grandpa bun comes on and ruins the whole vibe of the song, every since pimp passed he started hanging with drake bun wants to be the southern reverend run now 
It's hip hop..rap is a facade..you're supposed to lie about being the man no matter what..
he just tryin to be an raggidy ass southern krs-bun
Where my dog
nikkaz didn't even realize this was a @
"
This my puzzy!this my puz........" casually....And in a effort to keep the peace and make sure no ones offended, Bun would interrupt that nikka talking bout "
Chill nikka,its all of ours"
