[Verse One: Bun B]
Man, I been feelin' caged in
They try to stop us shackled us and dropped us

Tacklers, sackers, no propers, just smack us
Floppers, pro-tractors, ho-hoppers attack us
Broke crackers, no actors just coppers with choppers

With random and ?ricos? With cameras and peep holes
Can't stand us, we chose the scandalous, who planned this your people?
$#&@ that you hero bucked at by weavels, and muskrats to seagulls

Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles
Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks now we go to peep holes
Moving stars required, (?) nevermind my appearance

Leave your insurance for your clearance
(*##$, I roll for gun for endurance not a gimmick, ^!$$% this ain't "Mommy Dearest"
A lot a said and clearing the closest and the freshest

This is that underground %#@! from Port Arson, Texas

[Chorus: Bun B]

I'm a PA ^!$$%, trill $$# ^!$$%, how the $#&@ you figure you can buck me down ^!$$%
I don't $#&@ around ^!$$% I'm from the underground ^!$$%
Keep a bad yellow (*##$ that can $#&@ me down ^!$$%

I'm a PA ^!$$%, trill $$# ^!$$%, how the $#&@ you figure you can buck me down ^!$$%
I don't $#&@ around ^!$$% I'm from the underground ^!$$%
Keep mack up in my %#@! for my $#&@ing pound ^!$$% what?


[Verse Two: Pimp C]
I'm a big body flipper, syrup sipper

I keep two (*##$es so they call me Jack Tripper
Three years coming it, four as a rider
Only room for one dick (*##$ when I'm knocking you down

Got that dope by the pound, red jag on the ground
You can hear when I'm comin because I'm bangin' surround
And I'm getting my paper, so (*##$ $#&@ what you heard

My ^!$$%s ready to hit it they just wait for the word
Sell pipes and birds, water and herb, but not on the corner because my ho self-serve
When I'm ridin' the city, my car might swerve

My vision be blurred but I don't hit the curb
I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone
Everything I ride on wood and chrome

Ever since "Big Pimpin" I've been seeing the clones
Now everybody on they videos doing a sweet Jones


[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Bun B]

We runnin' through this rap game in break-neck speed, break-neck speed
Blocks like begs please your lex keys
Your checks freeze, your bank account shut down over seas

And both of these and toke of these while blowin' trees with cloves of G's
Move over please, make room for elbows we sell folks we sell those
Felons in jail clothes, it get sticky like Velcro, gently rub her !@&(

Women get tied up in scotch tape, now watch fate take it up a notch
Wait, a hot date? baddies boppin under the sun, get blunted with Bun
This summer we shun all inhibitions

No wonder we gunnin, now watch a stunner become a livin' landmark
Hands spark like (?) leave your plans dark
Mercury, glistening $#&@ who dissing it

Diss me, can't miss me just can't relate (*##$, this my history date
No driven for this we wait, to determine 'till eternally burning
Quote my destiny, child you're learning it?


[Chorus]