PA Nigga

[Verse One: Bun B] Man, I been feelin' caged in They try to stop us, shackle us, and drop us Tackle us, sack us, no propers, just smack us Flop us, protract us, ho-hoppers attack us For practice, no actors just coppers with choppers With randoms and RICOs, With cameras and peep holes Can't stand us, we chose the scandalous, who planned this your peoples? Fuck that you hero bucked at by weevils, and muskrats to seagulls Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles Drank folks, clay folks, gay folks now we ghost, we host Moving star requires movin' ours, never mind my appearance Need assurance for your clearance? Bitch, I roll with guns for endurance not endearment, nigga this ain't Mommie Dearest It's the loudest and the clearest, the closest and the freshest This is that underground shit from Port Arthur, Texas [Hook: Bun B] I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga? I don't fuck around nigga from that underground nigga Keep a bad yellow bitch that can suck me down nigga I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga, how the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga? I don't fuck around nigga from that underground nigga Keep Nak' up in my shit so my trunk can pound nigga, what? [Verse Two: Pimp C] I'm a big body flipper, syrup sipper I keep two bitches so they call me Jack Tripper Three years coming it, four as a rider Only room for one dick, bitch, when I'm knocking you down Got that dope by the pound, red Jag on the ground You can hear when I'm comin' because I'm bangin' surround And I'm getting my paper, so bitch fuck what you heard My niggas ready to hit it they just wait for the word Sell pipes and birds, water and herb, but not on the corner because I wholesale serve When I'm ridin' the city, my car might swerve My vision be blurred, but I don't hit the curb I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone Everything I drive got wood and chrome Ever since "Big Pimpin" I've been seeing the clones Now everybody on they video doing a Sweet Jones [Hook] [Verse Three: Bun B] We runnin' through this rap game at break-neck speed, break necks bleed Blocks like, "Bitch please, your Lex keys." Your checks freeze, your bank account shut down over seas And both of these and toke of these while blowin' trees with Clover G's Move over please, make room for elbows we cell phones we sell those for Felons in jail clothes, icky sticky like Velcro dipped in rubber cement We meant tied up in scotch tape, now watch fate take it up a notch Wait, a hot date? Baddest boppers under the sun, get blunted with Bun This summer we shun all inhibitions No wonder we gonna watch a stunna become a livin' landmark Hands spark like (?) leave your plans dark Merc it, missed it, fuck who dissed it Diss me, can't miss me, just can't relate bitch, this my history date No, driven for this we wait, 'till eternity eternally burning Quote my destiny child you're learning it? [Hook]