Bun B - Pourin' Up Lyrics
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Pourin' Up
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What Are The Lyrics For Pourin' Up By Bun B?
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch! A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!) [Chorus: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck I'm smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin lean up in my cup All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it [Pimp C] Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy", gotta hot flame And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game The nigga fell off 'cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac [Chorus] [Mike Jones] Uh! I'm comin' out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang Candy paint what I'm flippin' on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin' on Momo wood grain I'm grippin' on, grippin' on I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin' on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin' on Momo wood grain I'm grippin' on, codeine in cup I'm sippin' on I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin' left and right then I turn up the bang I'ma say it for those who don't know my name, know my name They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists? I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum! I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum! I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run 'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum! [Chorus] [Bun B] When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin' out When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi', maybe this more than just a 'Lac Some like it white but I'ma go to green, purple dro up in the swisha Horny ladies sittin' on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later Down wit' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you see hater Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man {*screwed*} U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down Playa you need to sit down, you outta' ya league Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight We be [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Pourin' Up By Bun B?
Mike Jones, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Salih Williams
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