Z-Ro, Bun B - Ro and Bun lyrics

When we in the club, we got guns
You don't wanna run up
On that Z-Ro and that Bun
Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue
Shake your hand or crack your head
Boy we don't bar none hold up

Sharp as a razor blade
Bitch don't step on my shoes
You out your mind
Thinking I won't pull out this weapon on you
Phoenix Amare gators hater
Yeah I'm stepping on you
So you better have at least, a 3-57 on you
Your woman is in the club, to show me love
That's why you mean mugging me bro
But I don't give a fuck
Don't let this suit fool ya
Cause I was raised to grub
All that touchy feely shit
The quickest way you get fucked up
I know you feeling real good
You full of that sherm and alcohol
But it ain't nothing friendly about me
I am not your pal at all
Unless you Rochelle and do nails
With them thick ass thighs
Otherwise I'mma leave a cereal bowl hole
In y'all bitch ass guys

When we in the club, we got guns
You don't wanna run up
On that Z-Ro and that Bun
Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue
Shake your hand or crack your head
Boy we don't bar none hold up

It was the summertime
And Bun is down to mack a ho (ho)
You know I graduated
From my pimping class in '94
So the sco' already known
Before the game is played
Trill niggas is getting paid
Bitch niggas is getting sprayed
Layed down, like a sheet on the bed
With that heat to your head
I split you from the white meat to the red
And from the red meat to the bone
When I hit your street with the chrome
Bitch you best to beat your feet
And get gone but, if haters I find that hid
(hid)
And think they got away with what they did
Prepare for your bitch ass, to get slid
Put that on my mama
(mama) , I put on for my town
Put that thang up to yo' melon
And put your ass in the ground hol' up

When we in the club, we got guns
You don't wanna run up
On that Z-Ro and that Bun
Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue
Shake your hand or crack your head
Boy we don't bar none hold up

I don't really wanna do
It take some pictures
And sign some auto ma-graphs
Find a lil' bit of love for after the club
And put this rod on her ass
So I might be up and down your boulevard
Picking up your baby mama mayn
And you already know I'm strapped
Best thang for you to do save the drama mayn
I'm an asshole by nature, by my god damn self
I don't love see war this bitch
I only love my god damn wealth
Behind respect I go to war
Cause I'm a fool in this bitch
I'm ready to work I'm a mechanic
I got my tools in this bitch
From Mo City to Port Arthur
We all underground kings meet me in Mo City
And I'll show you what underground mean
I got a rifle size hand cannon
Gat in the club murder your ass tonight
Tomorrow I'll be back in the club for real

When we in the club, we got guns
You don't wanna run up
On that Z-Ro and that Bun
Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue
Shake your hand or crack your head
Boy we don't bar none hold up