| Ah yeah
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| 2010 and we still rolling
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| You know Bun
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| My dad used to tell me every time he thought he knew it all
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| Something new would come up
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| So at this time let’s welcome
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| Drake, the newest member to the family
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| Whom my son, JS prince discovered
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| Make no mistake the army is behind ya
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| Now Bun I’ve been labeled as a quiet storm
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| And it maybe true
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| But I’ve been watching a genius at work on this album
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| And without further ado, yo pimp give us your blessings
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| Chuuch
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| Yeah
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| I’m back baby and better than I ever was
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| I got the streets on fire so forget a buzz
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| I ain’t tripping on sounds scan a beat DS
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| It’s easy to find with or without your GPS
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| And now we riding next
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| Biden or Obama
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| Go ask the hustlers, the gangsters, ask your mama
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| And they’ll tell you the best that ever did it
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| Is still in here doing it, you can fuck with it
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| And I’m a hit it on the head with a hammer
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| Reppin H-town like five slam a jam
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| Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
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| Bro well you already know
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| On your march, set, ready, go
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| I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
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| I came to represent for the south
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| In the streets and in the booth
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| I came from the bottom to the top
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| And I’m out here doing my thang
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| So if you’re trying to get it like I get it let the congregation sing
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| Yeah
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| We back baby and better then we ever was
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| It’s UGK so quit acting like we never was
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| You see the group is too trill and in effect
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| If Rap-a-lot is rolling with us
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| We in to wreak
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| So ask Tip, ask Hova, ask Diddy
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| Go ask Yeezy, Jeezy, ask 50
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| And they’ll tell you I’m through when I spit it
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| It’s still in here doing it, you can’t fuck with it
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| And I’m a hit it in the chest with the nina
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| Reppin H-Town like James Prince Senior
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| Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
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| Bro well you already know
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| On your march, set, ready, go
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| I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
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| I came to represent for the south
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| In the streets and in the booth
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| I came from the bottom to the top
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| And I’m out here doing my thang
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| So if you’re trying to get it like I get it let the congregation sing
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| Yeah
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| It’s back baby and better than it ever was
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| That dirty south shit
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| That you can only get from us
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| That H-town, slow down, drop the screw music
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| And it ain’t going no where so get used to it
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| Go ask Trey, ask Paul Wall, ask Roll
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| Go ask Coppa, ask Slim, they already know
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| And they’ll tell you they ready to represent it
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| It’s still in here doing it, you can fuck with it
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| And I’m a hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee
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| Reppin PAT like a young Pimp C
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| Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready
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| Bro well you already know
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| On your march, set, ready, go
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| I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
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| I came to represent for the south
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| In the streets and in the booth
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| I came from the bottom to the top
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| And I’m out here doing my thang
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| So if you’re trying to get it like I get it let the congregation sing |