[Intro - talking]
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God damn! (God damn!)
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Guess who's back in the motherfuckin house? (motherfuckin house)
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The King of the Trill bitch, you guessed it
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"UGK 4 Life" ho (4 Life ho)
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You already know how we gettin down this time around (time around)
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We representin for the po' town (po' town), bitch
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And the motherfuckin best is back
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Hold up, yeah
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[Verse 1]
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Ladies and gentlemen, you already know that it's him again
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Lettin 'em hang, non-feminine, crunk like I'm gone off Ritalin
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Chopped off top, there's no middle and throwed on that load again
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with no vodka, show shocker, mo' rocker
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in the slab (in the slab), "Bend It Like Beckham", no soccer (no soccer)
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And no doctor can diagnose, the symptom when I approach
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My victim, from the back and tie the rope (rope)
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And throw 'em over the ledge
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like Blanket, throw a thrower over your head, all over your dead
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Go 'head quote 'em, he said it was bound to happen (happen)
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when you fuck around with the clowns and down for clappin (clappin)
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Get strapped, ready to pop rounds up out the Magnum (Magnum)
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When they hop out and jack 'em (jack 'em)
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Call the coroner to come out and wrap 'em
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Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see
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That ain't no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggaz
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[Chorus - 2X]
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"Guess who's back? Me"
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"There's no competition, huh, 'tion"
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"Aww sh-shit, hold up"
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"Guess who's back? Shut 'em down"
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"Hurt-hurtin boys"
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"It's over, it's over"
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"'Cause the best is back bitch"
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[Verse 2]
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It's Bun Beeder mayne, ridin with the heater mayne
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Niggaz know that I'm the hardest out since the peta mayne (mayne)
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Hot doggin, yeah smoke dog comin out foggy
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Lettin off at your toes, hi froggie (hi)
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My third leg loggy and your bitch is a lumberjack
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You'd of killed that ho if you knew what I'd done to that (to that)
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She chopped my tree down, often if I slumber jack
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Beggin me to call but shit I don't know where her number at (at all)
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And on the cool, I ain't lookin for it either though
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Or the bitch before her, no I ain't lookin for neither ho (naw)
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It ain't like I really need her though
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Once she drop to her knees and let me skeet it out, nigga she can go (go)
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Lead her out like a blind man walkin
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Like Sandman dancin, it's over, stop talkin
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I'm sparkin mo' dodo (dodo), blazin mo' kush up (kush up)
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Comin mo' harder than a no hand push-up (push-up)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Let's pass the peas like we used to say and put it down like we used to play
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Let's make the news today and leave some cement in they shoes today
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Say what we choose to say and lay down who we choose to lay
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And we leave 'em laid (laid), while we leavin paid (paid)
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Fair and square nigga, sound like an even trade (trade)
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Triple cross and we leave 'em sprayed (sprayed)
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Spayed and neutered, no matter how much you pray to the shooter's face (face)
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'Cause there's no emotion ('motion) and there's no elation ('lation)
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Then he realizes the reaper of the show he facin (facin)
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Secret words like a holy mason (mason)
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Was all he heard before I took his head off (head off) and I blew his face in (face in)
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Who ya chasin? Ain't no catchin up
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Keep ya weapon tucked, be ready to buck and knuckle up, whenever you steppin up
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Takin it as your guns are just, the fact that leavin it less is crap
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Never leave less than that
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It's just a fact that nigga the best is back, bitch (yeeeeaah)
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The Best Is Back
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Bun B |