The Pimp & The Bun lyrics

[Intro: Bun B]
This that UGK sh*t just ain't that solo sh*t
n*gga this, that Bun B Pimp C sh*t n*gga

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well it's the Pimp and the Bun, we back in the game
It's the Kingz of the Underground (ground) remember the name?
I tell you n*ggas got fat (fat) while Pimpin' was gone
Now you fixin' to cough it up, yo' ass was dead wrong
So it's best that you head home (why?) b*tches the lead's blown
Then half of yo' head's gone, we'll be buyin' yo' headstone
From the land where the Feds roam (for real) bleeders done bled strong
While they packin' that infrared so break bread and just get gone
With them jazzy red-bones (bones) roam just like cattle (cattle)
That's where you find them gangstas ridin' tall in the saddle (saddle)
Can't f*ck with P-I-M-P or that B-U-N
You thought that UGK went away b*tch but here we go again

[Chorus: Ron Isley]
Here we go again (oh, here we go)
Here we go again, thought what we had was over
Here we go again (oh)
Here we go again

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
It's the Bun and the Pimp (Pimp) steak and the shrimp (shrimp)
Write my name cross the sky in a blimp
It's UGK, I keep a trunk full of yay (yay) Swisher full of good (good)
Robert Davis in my deck (deck) diamonds up against the wood (wood)
I was gone for a minute, hoes tried to steal my dream
Bun B kept it poppin' fo' years back on the scene
Got mo' better hoes now (now) boatload of money
Think my Bentley got a cold cause my paint's so runny
I'm so cool to the sh*t, n*gga I'm certified
Lookin' yellow sad b*tches and n*ggas off in they eyes (eyes)
You don't wanna see the Pimp free gettin' paper (uhh)
Here we go again, f*ck the law, f*ck the haters
[Chorus: Ron Isley]
Here we go again (oh, here we go)
Here we go again, thought what we had was over
Here we go again (oh)
Here we go again

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Now what's up with the tough talkin? What's goin' on with the cappin'?
What's happening with all that "I'm runnin' the game" and you're rappin'?
You musta of realized you the porter, I'm the captain of this vessel (yeah)
Suggest to gettin' out, commence to steppin'
Reppin' n*ggas like a gear-o, the game need a hero
Not another fake-ass Pacino or wannabe De Niro
A real pistolero bandito that's "muy malo"
And certified from Nickerson Gardens to The Apollo
That's mo' ghetto than Rollo, ask around, take a census
Of fingers pointing back to the brothers in matching Benzes
We don't need no mo' friends (friends) got enough as it is (is)
Cause we all about the biz b*tch so here we go again

[Chorus: Ron Isley]
Here we go again (oh, here we go)
Here we go again, thought what we had was over
Here we go again (oh)
Here we go again
[Verse 4: Pimp C]
Now what you know about it b*tch? It's UGK 4 Life (life)
A pistol to your Hilfiger, di*k up in your wife
Got the pound pump for three, cause you know I just pay one
Nine past half hoes got ten then did none
Man you know we got discount in Mexico going for five
I'm a step on that b*tch twice, still spray water to your eyes
When you hit it with the soda it's gon' bubble up and rise
Got no cheese to get me up out this b*tch, I'm going live
Still signed to Jive, I'm Rap-A-Lot mafia (uhh)
Trill Entertainment perfect, no it ain't no stoppin' us
UGK Records is an institution
Laura Rem done freed the Pimp, it's goin' down in Houston

[Chorus: Ron Isley]
Here we go again (oh, here we go)
Here we go again, thought what we had was over
Here we go again (oh)
Here we go again

[Outro: Ron Isley]
Oh here we go - baby, woo!