The Pimp & the Bun (Here We Go Again) [feat. Ron Isley]

This that UGK shit this ain't that solo shit

**** this, that Bun B Pimp C shit, ****

Well it's the Pimp and the Bun, we back in the game

It's the kingz of the underground (Ground)

Remember the name?

I tell you **** got fat (Fat)

While pimpin' was gone

Now you fixin' to cough it up

Yo' ass was dead wrong

So it's best that you head home (Why?)

Bitches the lead's blown

Then half of yo' head's gone we'll be buyin' yo' headstone

From the land where the Feds roam (For real)

Bleeders done bled strong

While they packin' that infrared so break bread and just get gone

Where them jazzy red-bones (Bones)

Roam just like cattle (Cattle)

That's where you find them gangstas ridin' tall in the saddle (Saddle)

Can't fuck with P-I-M-P or that B-U-N

You thought that U.G.K went away bitch but here we go again

Here we go again (Oh, here we go)

Here we go again (Thought what we had was over)

Here we go again (Oh)

Here we go again

It's the Bun and the pimp (Pimp)

Steak and the shrimp (Shrimp)

Write my name cross the sky in a blimp

It's U.G.K, I keep a trunk full of yay (Yay)

Swisher full of good (Good)

Robert Davis in my deck (Deck)

Diamonds up against the wood (Wood)

I was gone for a minute, hoes tried to steal my dream

Bun B kept it poppin' fo' years back on the scene

Got mo' better hoes now (Now)

Boatload of money

Think my Bentley got a cold cause my paint's so runny

I'm so cool to the shit

**** I'm certified

Lookin' yellow sad bitches and **** off in they eyes (Eyes)

You don't wanna see the pimp free gettin' paper (Uhh)

Here we go again, fuck the law, fuck the haters

Here we go again (Oh, here we go)

Here we go again (Thought what we had was over)

Here we go again (Oh)

Here we go again

Now what's up with the tough talkin?

What's goin' on with the cappin'?

What's happening with all that I'm runnin' the game in your rappin'?

You musta of realized you the porter

I'm the captain of this vessel (Yeah)

Suggest to gettin' out, commence to steppin'

Reppin' **** like a gear-o, the game need a hero

Not another fake-ass Pacino or wannabe De Niro (Yeah)

A real pistolero bandito that's muy malo (Yeah)

A certified from nickle state garden to the Apollo

That's mo' ghetto than Rollo, ask around, take a census

Of fingers pointing back to the brothers in matching Benzes

We don't need no mo' friends (Friends)

Got enough as it is (Is)

'Cause we all about the biz bitch so here we go again

Here we go again (Oh, here we go)

Here we go again (Uh, thought what we had was over)

Here we go again (Oh)

Here we go again

Now what you know about it bitch? It's U.G.K for Life (Life)

A pistol to your hilfiger, dick up in your wife

Got the pound pump for three, cause you know I just pay one(Yeah)

Nine past half hoes got ten then did none

Man you know we got the discount in Mexico it's going for five

I'm a step on that bitch twice, still spray water to your eyes (Eyes babe)

When you hit it with the soda it's gon' bubble up and rise

Got no cheese to get me up out this bitch, I'm going live

Still signed to Jive, I'm Rap-A-Lot mafia (Yeah) (uhh)

Trill Entertainment perfect no it ain't no stoppin' us (Nooo)

U.G.K Records is an institution

Laura Rem done freed the Pimp, it's goin' down in Houston

Here we go again (Oh, here we go)

Here we go again (Thought what we had was over)

Here we go again (Oh)

Here we go again

Oh here we go baby, woo!