Chamillionaire ft. Bun B Deep Off In The Game Lyrics
[Bun B:]
It's the return of the Trill,
n____z hide ya'll stash (stash).
We dressed in all black (black),
And got the hood on smash (smash).
I walk it like Dame Dash (Dash),
One shot, one kill, ask anybody.
And they gon' tell you Bun B real (Southern Smoke).
While I pull up on ya,
Cali c__eland unleashed, n____z clearin' the corner.
Perfect the [?] movin' much weight.
This one for Pimp in the penitentiary upstate,
d___! Come on Bun... Wait! Nah n____,
This one dedicated to Pimp in the penitentiary upstate.
'Til he come home [?],
[?]
We neva forget the homies on lock or the [?]
[?] Bad a__ [?] Sean Williams, Big Mark [?]
And we ain't givin' a d___,
If ya need a kilogram, two, three, or a dozen
Come on down to Texas, holla at ya country cousin
[Chorus:]
I can show ya how to get 'Stangs,
How to flip game, show you how to (grip grains?)
How to (drip stains?)
b____ we deep off in the game (b____ we deep off on in the game),
b____ we deep off in the game (b____ we deep off on in the game).
We be kickin' in yo back do's, c___in' back fo's,
Show you how to make ho's, slammin' (lack do's?).
b____ we deep off in the game (b____ we deep off on in the game),
b____ we deep off in the game (b____ we deep off on in the game).
Already...
[Mdle Fingaz]
I learned how to shoot a Mack 10 before I turned 12,
Pop shells, burn black skin, turn pale.
You out go get mail, I'll show you boys how to sell yay,
And how to tell when you weigh without a scale.
Motel 6, all blow sell quick.
And I ain't gonna sell s___
Sell d___s and dimes, twenties, even 3,000 club sacks,
By ya'll [?] guaranteed to come back (ah!)
Turn sand into rocks with soda.
No wrists, just a thug tryin' to watch his quota,
Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is cold I.
Stretch the book, see how much it hold,
Most n____z think the water be cold, really hot!
Keep it warm 'til the finishing lot, nah cold!
n____ listen and watch, we take ya bricks on the road.
Tryin to hold ya spot
[Chamillionaire]
[?](Southern Smoke), you gettin' in the way,
I'm getting' rich n____z getting' p___ed,
Cuz most p____ n____z play.
We can let the metal settle differences,
Let a cap set a day.
Point guard number (60?),
So an opponent better play.
My [?],
So close to the [?].
[?] check my prior.
[?] said I'm on fire.
I'll give ya proof, n____ time expired
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