976-Bun B lyrics

[Intro]
{*phone being dialed*}, {*rings*}
Yeah, 976-Bun B
That new sh*t for ninety-two
All you n*ggas peep this one
Check it out

[Verse]
Aiyyo, trill was the last one n*gga, this time you better pull a gat
'Cause the di*k's hangin low, and it's still fat
But ain't sh*t whack so you better pull a quick guard
This sh*t is live enough to make your momma's di*k hard
(C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip
For live sh*t comin from Bun B's lips
And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut
Gushin out, be in tele-c*m-munications
Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two
Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherf*ckin you
Yo, the n*gga was trill, same sh*t, new place
[?], then bust in your face
Yeah n*ggas be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile
Your girl keeps callin me on motherf*ckin redial
Now you're swole cause your b*tch runs your bill up
You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up
She might be sh*t to you, 'cause dude give her pay G
But pus*y get played out, and pus*y comes daily
As long as your game be strong ain't no thang
My phone always rang 'cause of the dope sh*t I sang
Keepin hoes on my di*k yo, and ain't no lettin go
The net keeps flyin out, the pus*y stays wet so
I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in
The hoe starts lickin that di*k and pretty soon
I'm stickin that ass, like a fool in the bed
All I can see, is the top and back of your head
It ain't about conversation or make that hit
On a first name basis hoe that ain't bout sh*t!
Look trick, tell me how many rubbers to pack
I hit the room from the front, the ass from the back
And yo it ain't about the phone call, this about the nuttin
So let me bust a fat load on your bellybutton
See, quiet storm done put a notch on your belt
And when it's over, I don't wanna hear how it felt
I'm just pullin off my rubber, takin a bath
Gettin dressed to reminisce of how I cut ya in half
It's all in the day of an Underground fool
So dial the digits and I'm divin in that ass like a pool
But when I get wet, b*tch, I won't be drownin
I clown on hoes to leave their pus*yhole frownin
Or if you b*tches wanna hear some more of this
Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless
You can suck a mean di*k, lick a good ball
And if I keep on f*ckin, you'll keep on callin
And I'll be playin you, when you think you'll be playin me
It's just pus*y games with some help from AT&T
So if you need a di*k to be real friendly
Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, b*tch!
{*phone being dialed*}, {*busy signal to fade*}