Rapper Bun B (born Bernard Freeman) rose to fame in the duo UGK. Bun B and … Read Full Bio ↴Rapper Bun B (born Bernard Freeman) rose to fame in the duo UGK. Bun B and Pimp C formed UGK in the late '80s when their former crew, Four Black Ministers, fell apart. Based in Port Arthur, Texas, UGK signed with Jive and with 1992's 'Too Hard to Swallow' began a series of Southern gangsta rap albums that were successful sellers. Bun B formed the side project Mddl Fngz in 2000, but his main concern was still UGK. Things came to halt in 2003 when Pimp C was sentenced to eight years in prison on an aggravated gun assault charge. Bun B carried on solo, making numerous appearances on other artists' tracks and then in 2005 releasing both the mixtape Legends and his debut album, Trill, a Top Ten hit. With Pimp C seeing early release in late 2005, Bun B returned to UGK and a self-titled double album from the duo dropped in 2007. Tragedy struck in late 2007 when Pimp C died suddenly, leaving Bun B to return to a solo career. His second solo album, II Trill, arrived in May of the next year. Trill O.G., his third solo album, was released in August of 2010.
2 MPH
Bun B Lyrics
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Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Coming down gripping grain
Diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop blades chop trunk is popped I'm looking good
Swangin down the boulevard
Chunky deuce the fifth is shining
The queen is ridin shotgun
And finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just hustling grinding
My pockets are heavy
And my diamonds are blinding
My pistols are loaded
And cocked so know that I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog
But I'll kill for my fair day
R I P to my baby bro UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement
You lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill
That's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood
And you banging that Screw
Put your sets in the sky
Cause this one is for you
Keep on keeping it true
Fuck haters and again
Cause we don't play the game
To say we play we play to win (And l be)
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Candy on my big wheel
Yeah man I'm still a kid
Twenty six rims same age as me can you dig
Ridin down the block
Knocking pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas
Hitting corner on them slabs
Seat laid back you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B
Rest in peace Pimp C
A mill on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires
We haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat
Candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot they mad at that
Chamillionaire how F A B get that
Two dimes in a car how bad is that
King of the jungle you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back
Just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much got cataracts
Been rolling up for a matter of fact
F A B get love where F A B is at
From the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston
Only rolling with them savage cats
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
It's gone be F A C T to the feds gone mess with me
And F A B when they see
Mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe Inspector G
Bring em all cause they can't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard
Pick your choice I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West
Swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip gone strip
Let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sitting very low
Pimp that caddy very slow
They like yeah Chamillionaire
The realest I done heard holmes
I'm leaning to the side sideways sitting crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint
Got all of the people looking
I'm beating down the block
Giving the streets an ass whooping
Peep the way a player move
Take notes lil young-un
I'm moving slow moving leaning off a potent fo
Pistol in my lap
Plus another one in the side doe
You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Getting cake and stacking up that paper I need mo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Sipping sipping on bo
Coming down gripping grain
Diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop blades chop trunk is popped I'm looking good
Swangin down the boulevard
Chunky deuce the fifth is shining
And finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just hustling grinding
My pockets are heavy
And my diamonds are blinding
My pistols are loaded
And cocked so know that I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog
But I'll kill for my fair day
R I P to my baby bro UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement
You lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill
That's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood
And you banging that Screw
Put your sets in the sky
Cause this one is for you
Keep on keeping it true
Fuck haters and again
Cause we don't play the game
To say we play we play to win (And l be)
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Candy on my big wheel
Yeah man I'm still a kid
Twenty six rims same age as me can you dig
Ridin down the block
Knocking pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas
Hitting corner on them slabs
Seat laid back you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B
Rest in peace Pimp C
A mill on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires
We haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat
Candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot they mad at that
Chamillionaire how F A B get that
Two dimes in a car how bad is that
King of the jungle you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back
Just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much got cataracts
Been rolling up for a matter of fact
F A B get love where F A B is at
From the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston
Only rolling with them savage cats
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
It's gone be F A C T to the feds gone mess with me
And F A B when they see
Mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe Inspector G
Bring em all cause they can't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard
Pick your choice I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West
Swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip gone strip
Let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sitting very low
Pimp that caddy very slow
They like yeah Chamillionaire
The realest I done heard holmes
I'm leaning to the side sideways sitting crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint
Got all of the people looking
I'm beating down the block
Giving the streets an ass whooping
Peep the way a player move
Take notes lil young-un
I'm moving slow moving leaning off a potent fo
Pistol in my lap
Plus another one in the side doe
You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Getting cake and stacking up that paper I need mo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Leaning to the side
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
The lyrics to Bun B's song "2 MPH" depict a slow and leisurely ride through the streets, showcasing a sense of pride and confidence. The references to sipping on lean and sipping on bo, also known as codeine and champagne respectively, suggest a relaxed and indulgent lifestyle. The act of "coming down gripping grain," which refers to holding the steering wheel tightly, represents the control and authority possessed by the artist while cruising. The mention of diamonds against the wood and the queen riding shotgun highlight the luxurious status and companionship that Bun B enjoys. The lyrics also touch upon the artist's dedication to his family and his willingness to defend and protect them. Overall, the song celebrates a laid-back and flashy lifestyle, emphasizing the importance of staying true to oneself and overcoming any obstacles in pursuit of success.
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H&R Auto Customs
2019 and this is still ❤️
DaysWithJ&M
2016 and this track still raw.
Clinton Galbraith
my nigga FAB kills it once again im tellin u that nigga be gassin
Chris Leon
I use to have that hoodie
Oisterboy
This is so much better than that Ludacris song lol. I never knew about this one, but now when I hear someone saying "2 miles an hour so everybody sees you" I'll think of this instead :] Thank god haha.
izelkay
"Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you" That's from Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince
Tim Hill
izelkay fuck yeah it is. Dom kennedy has a 2mph song too
scott steel
dis song hard
Mikkel Stenberg Olsen
jay z damn ur cool that day you said goodbye rap
Darius Muscle
Thumbs up if you listen this in 2011