Bun B - Still Trill lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] 1, 2 Yeah, yeah (Yeah) 1, 2 Why you runnin' by yourself Why you walking way over 1, 2 Yeah, uh, uh [Refrain: Method Man] One for the money Two for the shelf Three for your hooker but we all stay poled [Verse 1: Method Man] (Take us low, look) It's like Primo and guru (Guru, uh) Ganga stars, dipping features like it Hulu (Yeah) Before this rhyming, I was noodles (Uh huh) And two shots, shot caught your goo goo If y'all don't get the reference, y'all can google (Go and) Y'all stepped in some doo doo (Yeah) And the parent's mistake, that's why your parents call you boo boo Give me time to combine with my dawgs, now we're doodles (Uh) One beat to Cal, smoke that cool cool W on my crown, that's that boofoo Only got half a screw lose (Shh!) You get half of that stock, that's a fool fool Keep a burner on the clock, that was coo coo Not the rapper you're used to (Gang) What these rappers be lacking is the screw lose (Uh, huh) What you see is the master through the pupils (Yes) And I'm back with the voodoo (Uh) You a bottle of Yoohoo Set backwards, now who you? Your resistance is futile When the kid in the kitchen, you get the kitten caboodle I don't talk it, I live it, if I don't get it, then you do That goes for Bonno and you too [Verse 2: Bun B] I'm like a sawed off shotgun 'Cause lessons for, hit your front door with a hot one Player if you wanna get some, then I got some Trust me, you ain't even a body here without some Step defeated and yo, you know the outcome I'm never outdone, boy, you going home with your mouth numb And a swollen lip 'cause I'm gon' give you the hands And I'ma give you the whole clip, so don't trip And don't slip because you never stop sliding bro You already know what we riding for, stop hiding hoe Come out of the cave, you crawl back into You been through and this game over for you and them too To let you make it is sinful, blasphemy So when I'm done with you, you won't remember nothing after me I take it further than it has to be Taking Bun, Method, and Grafh steady selecting, bring the break in [Verse 3: Grafh] Uh, I ain't playing with these n***as, I'm in it to win it Time is money, f** living minute to minute I get it to get it I made a fortune They can't take the apron off him (Uh) Feds tape recording Weighing weight by the carton (Uh) Raised by the Spartans Made by distortion Disobeying my abortion The I take my chain up off the defroster Rocking custom made garments And they made them out of dolphins (Shh!) My Hermes is foreign suede And my Jordans were made from mermaid and shark skin, ya heard I'm paid by the coffin, dead prezzies Shawty, come hit the bong for the fresh veggies (Ahh) We can go wherever you want, except steady I flex heavy, you a fresh wedgie Shut up And that's that baby (Huh) I need good weed and snacks baby Trill [Outro: Bun B] Let me sit you down and tell you what's the real I run the South, I can't help it, that's how I feel, trill Big deal, Trill Real trill