What is Bun B's best verse?!
Question: Whether solo, with UGK, or as a feature.
Answers: Whether solo, with UGK, or as a feature.
grande Final - HANDS DOWN
"We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When he**** in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the c****** decided to
take the coke from Coca-Cola..."
man he killed that verse on the real!!!
Murder
Ayoo, trill was the last one nygga, this time you better pull a gat
Cause the dyck's hangin low, and it's still fat
But ain't shyt whack so you better pull a quick guard
This shyt is live enough to make your MOMMA'S dyck hard
Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
for live shyt comin from Bun B's lips
And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-azz nut
gushin out, be in tele-cuum-munications
Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you
Yo, the nygga was trill, same shyt, new place
then bust in your face
Yeah nyggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile
Your girl keeps callin me on motherfcukin redial
Now you're swoll cause your bytch runs your bill up
You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up
She might be shyt to you, cause dude give her pay G
But pus$y get played out, and pus$y comes daily
As long as your game be strong ain't no thang
My phone always rang cause of the dope shyt I sang
Keepin hoes on my dyck yo, and ain't no lettin go
The net keeps flyin out, the puSsy stays wet so
I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in
The hoe starts lickin that dyck and pretty soon
I'm stickin that azz, like a fool in the bed
All I can see, is the top and back of your head
It ain't about conversation or make that hit
On a first name basis hoe that ain't bout shyt!
Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
I hit the room from the front, the azz from the back
And yo it ain't about the phone call, this about the nuttin
So let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton
See, quiet storm done put a notch on your belt
And when it's over, I don't wanna hear how it felt
I'm just pullin off my rubber, takin a bath
Gettin dressed to reminisce of how I cut ya in half
It's all in the day of an Underground fool
So dial the digits and I'm divin in that azz like a pool
But when I get wet BYTCH, I won't be drownin
I clown on hoes to leave their pu$syhole frownin
Or if you bytches wanna hear some more of this
Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless
You can suck a mean dyck, lick a good ball
And if I keep on fcukin, you'll keep on callin
And I'll be playin you, when you think you'll be playin me
It's just pu$sy games with some help from AT&T
So if you need a dyck to be real friendly
Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bytch!