Still On The Grind (feat. Raheem DeVaughn)

Studied long, studied wrong, nigga

Check one two, one two, one two, bitch

Tony Snow, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Jack Tripper, Three's Company, ho

Percy Mack, Sweet Jones, check it out

Uh, I stay on the grind, fuckin' hoes that's fine

Gettin' it all the time, lay my life on the line

Sippin', smokin' 'dro, pimp dick on your ho

Bank up, open a store, P-I-M-P on the low

Gators swangin' out, swangers hangin' out

Never bangin' out, got work, I slang it out

Keep a yellow pro, and a brown whore

And a squad too, I'm the player of choice

Yo, pimpin', save your voice, hold your breath, shut your lip

Ho, you can't handle Bun and you can't fuck with Pimp

We like surf and turf, they call us steak and shrimp

Known for shakin' lames and famous for bakin' simps

Trill is never born, G is never built

Fuck with us, you'll be the deadliest hoes ever killed

Live from the corner, direct from the hood

Via satellite vision, the case grippin' wood, and it's good

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

And we still, still on the grind

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

Yes, we still, we still

Still on the grind

Uh, I keep candy girls, big dick in they world

Messin' up they curl, bowling ball paint with swirls

Gotta trap it right, bought a candy bike

I don't ride it though, get too high, stay too low

I live by the code, extra credit mode

Fuckin' with that prince, I keep a bankroll

Livin' by the land, P.A. by the sea

Any nigga fuck with Bun, he gon' die by me

I'm my brother's keeper, not no movie shit

My life is a film, I'm on some groovy shit

I ain't smoochie, bitch, make love to this dick

With your tongue and cheek, bitch, you's a super freak

Bitch, my name ain't Rick, bitch, you think you slick

Askin' me for bread, you better find a trick

I ain't payin', you need to be payin' me

Pussy a dime a dozen, but the dick ain't free

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

And we still, still, still

Still on the grind

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

And we still, still, still, still

Still on the grind

G came back in the game, bringin' that crack in the 'caine

Swervin' 'Lac in the lane, swangers click-clack in the game

We paper stackin' the game, what you lack in the game

Solid foundation, my nigga, no cracks in the frame

Bun B, that be the name, P.A.T., that be the town

You see fingers up, that mean that haters down

And G, that is the code, big body slab is the load

We get throwed, we the shit, nigga, ask 'em for more

We get septic, mayne, when shit get hectic, mayne

Roll with the trill, we don't deal with the skeptics, mayne

Breakin' no records, mayne, what you expected, mayne?

Bun and Pimp is facts, so just respect it, mayne

We infectin' the game, we enactin' the change

Strapped with thangs that go brrrap, brrap at your brain

We hit chains and get licks with them bricks

36 In the mix with no tricks, get a fix for your cliques

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

See, we still, every day

We still, still on the grind

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

We still, we still, every day

We still, still on the grind

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

We still, we still, woo

Still on the grind

Da, da, doo-dah

Da, da, doo-dah

Said we on the grind

We on the grind, yeah

Still on the grind

Grind, the grind, the grind

Still on the grind

G can fly