[Chorus: Pimp C & Bun B]

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang

You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna drop top this way

You finna what?

Drop top this way

Hold up, hold up

Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole

You finna what?

Crank the ceiling pole

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna [?] and blow

You finna what?

[?] and blow

Hold up, hold up

[Verse 1: Pimp C]

I'm finna let them know the sheriff is back-back

You ridin' tall in the [?]

[?] the crack, the weed, the brown, the purple, the white-white

We got it all in this trunk and he gon' sling on sight

And I don't care who be runnin' thing and who's in charge

Come to [?] he gon' be hard to find like [?]

Enjoy your [?] captain [?] and tell him "It's been [?]"

Have some drill ass niggas coming through, I though you knew

We got gangstas, hoods, felons, rollers, shooters, [?] even midnight [?]

And we don’t [?] confrontation, we embrace it

And your fear so thick in the air we can taste it

From corner to corner, and cut to cut

You can get down or get down, nigga, what’s up? (Nigga, what’s up?)

This the takeover [?]

Better keep your eyes opened so you can see how we’re doing, homie

[Chorus: Pimp C & Bun B]

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang

You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna drop top this way

You finna what?

Drop top this way

Hold up, hold up

Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole

You finna what?

Crank the ceiling pole

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna [?] and blow

You finna what?

[?] and blow

Hold up, hold up

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

Paul Wall switch you out

I'm finna [?] boulevard

And [?] couple of ounces of this super potent purple bar

I got my block with me, the whole crew is [?] in drip

[?] in hard times been [?]

I got some [?]

[?] get out of hand [?]

[?] listening to him chop it up

Looking for a couple of [?] to get down and slap it up

Wood grain and leather [?]

Complimenting my diamond ice

I whipped [?] nice shake the trunk just like some dice

I'm squashing out with [?], when you see my gangster slam

Hit the block with a couple of [?]

[?] baby I got it, special taste

Pour the drink 'til the bottle is empty and not one drop will go to waste

I put it down with the [?] boys, [?] yeah that's [?]

[?] foes and [?] foes and [?] foes, yeah, that's my job

[Chorus: Pimp C & Bun B]

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang

You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna drop top this way

You finna what?

Drop top this way

Hold up, hold up

Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole

You finna what?

Crank the ceiling pole

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna [?] and blow

You finna what?

[?] and blow

Hold up, hold up

[Verse 3: Bun B]

[?] bitch, I’m back from the [?]

Fuck the judge, fuck the DA, mothafuck the feds

I just got home from TDC

Did my time and [?] never hit BC

Like all other pussy rappers [?] scary

Niggas talk a lot of shit but them hoes is [?]

Real recognize real so I’m highly respected

Ever since I was 17 been a legend in Texas

[?] murder keep the head high

Ain’t no justice in this country, niggas all lie

My partner [?] doin' 50 years on the block

But I got a team of [?] lawyers that gon' get him out

[?] it's gon' be greater later baby

Got this game by the nuts 'Cause these niggas can’t face me

Use your [?] you know who run the streets and not

I got a 100 thousand dollars in my mothafuckin' neck piece

[Chorus: Pimp C & Bun B]

Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang

You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna drop top this way

You finna what?

Drop top this way

Hold up, hold up

Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole

You finna what?

Crank the ceiling pole

Hold up, hold up

Man, I’m finna [?] and blow

You finna what?

[?] and blow

Hold up, hold up