976-bun B Lyrics

976-bun B lyrics

{*phone being dialed*, {*rings*







[Bun B]



Yeah, 976-Bun B



That new shit for ninety-two



All you niggaz peep this one



Check it out







Aiyyo, trill was the last one nigga, this time you better pull a gat



Cause the dick's hangin low, and it's still fat



But ain't shit whack so you better pull a quick guard



This shit is live enough to make your MOMMA'S dick hard



(C'mon!) Pick up ya phone and dial the 7 numbers that makes ya trip



for live shit comin from Bun B's lips



And I'm givin hoes the sensation of a big-ass nut



gushin out, be in tele-cum-munications



Nine-seven-six, two-eight-six-two



Courtesy of Bun B, straight to motherfuckin you



Yo, the nigga was trill, same shit, new place



(?) (?), then bust in your face



Yeah niggaz be trippin yo, but still in the meanwhile



Your girl keeps callin me on motherfuckin redial



Now you're swoll cause your bitch runs your bill up



You catch me at the mo-tee, Bun big bone a fill' up



She might be shit to you, cause dude give her pay G



But pussy get played out, and pussy comes daily



As long as your game be strong ain't no thang



My phone always rang cause of the dope shit I sang



Keepin hoes on my dick yo, and ain't no lettin go



The net keeps flyin out, the pussy stays wet so



I turn on my VCR then I put a flick in



The hoe starts lickin that dick 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 shit!



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 nut'n



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 BITCH, I won't be drownin



I clown on hoes to leave their pussyhole frownin



Or if you bitches wanna hear some more of this



Lock your bedroom door trick, pick up your cordless



You can suck a mean dick, lick a good ball



And if I keep on fuckin, you'll keep on callin



And I'll be playin you, when you think you'll be playin me



It's just pussy games with some help from AT&T



So if you need a dick to be real friendly



Dial nine-seven-six, B-U-N-B, bitch!







{*phone being dialed*, {*busy signal to fade*