| Yeah, 976-Bun B
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| That new shit for ninety-two
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| All you niggas peep this one
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| Check it out
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| Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a gat
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| Cause the dick’s hangin low, and it’s still fat
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| But ain’t shit whack so you better pull a quick guard
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| This shit is live enough to make your MOMMA’S dick hard
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| (C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
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| For live shit comin from Bun B’s lips
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| And I’m givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut
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| Gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications
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| Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two
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| Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you
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| Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place
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| (?) (?), then bust in your face
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| Yeah niggas be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile
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| Your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial
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| Now you’re swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up
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| You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up
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| She might be shit to you, cause dude give her pay G
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| But pussy get played out, and pussy comes daily
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| As long as your game be strong ain’t no thang
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| My phone always rang cause of the dope shit I sang
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| Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain’t no lettin go
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| The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so
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| I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in
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| The hoe starts lickin that dick and pretty soon
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| I’m stickin that ass, like a fool in the bed
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| All I can see, is the top and back of your head
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| It ain’t about conversation or make that hit
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| On a first name basis hoe that ain’t bout shit!
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| Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
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| I hit the room from the front, the ass from the back
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| And yo it ain’t about the phone call, this about the nut’n
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| So let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton
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| See, quiet storm done put a notch on your belt
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| And when it’s over, I don’t wanna hear how it felt
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| I’m just pullin off my rubber, takin a bath
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| Gettin dressed to reminisce of how I cut ya in half
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| It’s all in the day of an Underground fool
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| So dial the digits and I’m divin in that ass like a pool
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| But when I get wet BITCH, I won’t be drownin
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| I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin
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| Or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this
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| Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless
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| You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball
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| And if I keep on fuckin, you’ll keep on callin
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| And I’ll be playin you, when you think you’ll be playin me
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| It’s just pussy games with some help from AT&T
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| So if you need a dick to be real friendly
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| Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bitch! |