paroles de chanson Deep Off - Chamillionaire , Bun B
[Intro
- People
- talking]
"Hey
man,
what′s
wrong
with
you?"
"Fuck
you
lookin
at
nigga?"
"I'm
still
tryin
to
find
out
nigga!"
"Hold
up,
hold
up,
oh,
we
got
a
problem
here?"
"We
got
a
problem
here,
we
got
a
problem
nigga?"
[Gun
shots]
[Verse
1- Bun
B]
It′s
the
return
of
the
trill
niggaz,
hide
your
stash
(stash)
We
dressed
in
all
black
and
got
the
hood
on
smash
(smash)
I
Roc
ya
like
Dame
Dash
(Dash),
one
shot,
one
kill
[gun
shot]
Ask
anybody
(body)
and
they
gon'
tell
ya
Bun
real
(Southern
Smoke)
It's
a
done
deal
when
I
pull
up
on
ya
Calico
get
unleashed
[gun
shots],
niggaz
clearin
the
corner
Perfect
to
me
and
ten
(me
and
ten),
we
movin
much
weight
And
this
one
for
Pimp
in
a
penitentiary
upstate
Damn,
come
on
Bun,
wait
Naw
nigga,
this
one
dedicated
to
Pimp
in
a
penitentiary
upstate
′Til
he
come
home,
in
his
name
we
ballin
We
never
forget
the
homies
on
lock
or
the
fallen
Band
I.T.,
Young
′lo
and
Bad
Azz
Bam
Sean
Wee
and
Big
Munst'
and
we
ain′t
givin
a
damn
If
you
need
a
kilogram,
two,
three
or
a
dozen
Come
on
down
to
Texas,
holla
at
your
country
cousin
[Chorus
- Bun
B]
I
can
show
you
how
to
get
stains,
how
to
flip
'caine
Show
you
how
to
grip
grain,
how
to
grip
stains
Bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game
(bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game)
Bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game
(bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game)
We
be
creepin
in
your
backdoors,
cockin
back
fours
Show
you
how
to
mack
hoes,
slammin
′lac
doors
Bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game
(bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game)
Bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game
(bitch
we
deep
off
in
the
game)
Already
[Verse
2- Young
Kilo]
Yeah,
I
learned
how
to
shoot
a
MAC-10
'fore
I
turned
12
Hot
shells
burn,
black
skin
turn
pale
You
out
to
get
mail?
I
show
you
boys
how
to
sell
yay
and
how
to
tell
what
it
weigh
without
a
scale
Motel
6,
hard
blow
sell
quick
And
I
ain′t
gon'
sell
shit
You'll
sell
nicks
and
dimes,
twenties,
even
three
dollar
club
sacks
Buy
y′all
private,
guaranteed
to
come
back
[Verse
3- Bad
Azz
Bam]
I,
turn
sand
into
rocks
with
soda
No
wrist,
just
a
fog
tryin
to
rock
your
quota
Microwave
on
top
of
the
stove,
these
hands
is
cold
I,
stretch
the
books,
see
how
much
water
it
hold
Most
niggaz
think
the
water
should
be
cold
Really
hot,
keep
it
warm
′til
the
finishing
lot
Not
cold
nigga,
listen
and
watch
We
takin
bricks
on
the
road,
try
to
form
your
spot,
nigga
[Verse
4- Chamillionaire]
Yeah
(Southern
Smoke),
you
don't
hear
how
we
gettin
it,
then
you
gettin
in
the
way
I′m
gettin
rich,
niggaz
gettin
pissed,
cause
most
pussy
niggaz
play
We
can
let
that
metal
settle
differences
[gun
cocked],
let
a
clip
set
a
date
Point
guard
position,
I'm
assistin
it,
so
an
opponent
better
pray
Of
my
environ-ment,
yeah
it′s
the
Messiah
So
close
to
the
truth
than
you,
that
your
fiction
cannot
deny
a
Real
nigga
from
gettin
higher
Don't
believe
me
than
check
my
prior
Record,
I
said
I′m
on
fire
Your
"poof"
like
your
time
expired,
liar,
haha
[Chorus]
1 Talking That Talk
2 Neck of My Woods
3 I'm a Hustla
4 Haters Listen Up!
5 Waiting 4 My Downfall
6 The Kings Are Here
7 Realest Nigga in It
8 Undisputed King Koopa
9 H-Town To A-Town
10 Something Like a Pimp
11 Deep Off
12 Chamillitary Street Check
13 In These Streets
14 Hold Up
15 Hate It or Love It Houston
16 Rollin
17 From the South
18 I Got This Outro
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