Bezzle
Bun B Lyrics
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Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggas) Eightball MJG UGK
They raised me like santa raised cee
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me what this bitch you crazy
You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me
Pimping get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggas quick
Who you think you fucking with
I'm serious about this pimping shit
All the niggas I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit
Broke bitch you get your shit
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit
You going to make me split your shit
Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get
Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck
[Chorus]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven
Slam dunk in pimping and her sister if she close enough
[Eightball]
Look over hear
Open up the door and let it cook in hear
Grab the mic a watch these niggas tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Lyrics like a counseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell
[MJG]
Burning up just like in waco Texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Ass any hard one for niggas who really want it
M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it
[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under something smoking tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
I came a long way from a posta posta
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
Than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha
Pull out a light and smoke you (damn)
Pull my coat off I blessed man just stressed man
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustling
Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the ninth (and) we holding in the light (and) sippin on worthless
Sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel
But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill
[Chorus]
The lyrics to Bun B/Eightball & MJG/T.I.'s song Bezzle are about the artists' lavish lifestyles and their obsession with their watches, or specifically the "bezzles" in their watches, which are the diamond-studded rims that surround the watch face. The artists boast about their success and their confidence in their pimpin' skills. They also reference their influences from the world of rap music such as Eazy-E, Cube, Dre, OutKast, UGK, and Scarface. Each artist delivers their verses with a different style and cadence, but they all share a common theme of living the high life and succeeding through hard work.
The chorus of the song repeats the line "Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch" multiple times, emphasizing the importance of their watches in their lives. MJG compares his pimping skills to a slam dunk in basketball and boasts about bagging a girl and her sister. Eightball flexes his lyrical skills and taunts his haters, while Bun B talks about his struggles and his determination to succeed.
Overall, the lyrics to Bezzle are a celebration of success and wealth, with the artists reveling in their opulent lifestyles and their ability to succeed through hard work and "pimpin'." The song is an anthem to the hip-hop lifestyle, with references to flashy cars, jewels, and women.
Line by Line Meaning
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch
Comparing the value of his car to the bejeweled watch he's wearing
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
Grew up listening to renowned rap figures
(Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggas) Eightball MJG UGK
Acknowledging the influence of these legendary rappers on southern hip hop
They raised me like santa raised cee
Growing up admiring and aspiring to be like successful rappers
I always made the money, money never made me
Asserting his financial independence and control over his own life
Break me what this bitch you crazy
Asking if they think he can be taken down by a woman
You seen with the freaks don't think she never paid me
Referring to the notion that women he's seen with are not his equals
Pimping get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Outlining the aggressive nature of his pimping
Spit game till I make this shit turn these tricks and get me rich
Using his wit to control and profit from women
Lick his ass suck my dick bring me back my niggas quick
Describing the power dynamic between himself and his associates
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
Threatening to replace a woman unless she gets her act together
All the niggas I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Suggesting that those around him prioritize financial gain over anything else
My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit
Asserting his dominance and challenging anyone who opposes him
Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get
Refusing to waste his time on someone who is dishonest
Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck
Taunting anyone who questions his authority or his wealth
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
Glorifying the act of selling drugs
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
Boasting about being able to identify women he's dealt with before
Cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven
Boasting about being able to control and manipulate women
Slam dunk in pimping and her sister if she close enough
Confident in his ability to exploit women to gain wealth
As I bust around with no shells inside in myself
Claiming that he doesn't need a gun to assert his dominance
Lyrics like a counseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell
Suggesting that his words are just as dangerous as any physical weapon
Burning up just like in waco Texas
Making a cryptic reference to the infamous Waco siege
Heating up your neckless
Threatening to hurt someone and take their jewelry in the process
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Using violent imagery to further assert his dominance
Ass any hard one for niggas who really want it
Issuing a challenge to anyone who opposes him
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
Boasting about his ability to attract women
24 inches under something smoking tinted
Describing his luxurious, expensive car
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Acknowledging his extravagant spending habits
Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it
Suggesting that his pimping style revolves around his love for power and control
I came a long way from a posta posta
Recalling his humble beginnings
Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer
Referencing his ties to organized crime
I poast ya procha ride like a roller coaster
Threatening violence to anyone who opposes him, using wordplay
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha
Inciting fear through violent imagery
Pull out a light and smoke you (damn)
Making a violent threat to anyone who opposes him
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances
Acknowledging that his limited education may have hindered his success
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
Using violence as a means of asserting power
I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel
Asserting his independence and individuality
But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill
Committing to his lifestyle and refusing to be held back by authority or laws
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch
Repeating his opening line to emphasize the importance of his wealth and status
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALDRIN DAVIS, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, M. GOODWIN, CLIFFORD JOSEPH HARRIS, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH, CLIFFORD HARRIS, PREMRO SMITH, MARLON GOODWIN, BERNARD FREEMAN
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@hounity_lifestyle
(I know Bun's veres is tough b/c he was killin' this 16 but I had to make sure to hold it down for the Trill one time #713to409)
** "I came a long way from a posta posta Till I kosta nostra/
kept the toaster closer than I'm supposed ta'...like posta-rocha/
Ride like a roller coaster /
Pistol whip you, hold ya' throat then choke you like I told ya, croak ya/
rocha choke a light and smoke ya! (damn)
Pope of Port Arthur, I blessed the masses, stressed the cashes/
Elementary, ditched the classes, couldn't learn it, earned my passes /
Pack pistols just to blast it(blast it)
I blast it it just to prove it(prove it)
Proved to 2nd-guessers,
Mother-fuckers get to moving(moving) /
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin ' gained my muscle/
Bogarted the meek and the frail/
but hell, I put my trust in my left and right hand/
grindin' through the night and/
I keep my family tight and see some paper like a white man/
Balling in the night (and...) we haulin' in the white (and..)/
Sippin' on purple Sprite and you can call it what you like/
I call what the fuck I feel, play the cards they fucking deal /
But we ain't sleeping till they free the Pimp and that's the fucking drill."
Keep up the good work mayne! Much love from H-Town!
@lholman7067
Bun's verse on this is one of the greatest in hip hop history.
@paddytee88
You ain't wrong man
@thunderkat4379
Anything Bun is on… he goes tf off. Lol
@marclee82
MJG the only rapper that can spell his name in even song and you wouldn't have it any other way.
@joshuagumpert8910
Snoop
@jovantahollis9156
Bun b ate this track like he was starving for a good beat
@jordanhutton5787
He definitely found the right one!!
@bronallmighty1
Bun B and MJG must be mentioned in the top 10 conversations.
@rutiliocaballero9505
last line of bun goes: I call it what the fuck I feel, play the cards they fuckin deal, but we ain't sleepin till they free the pimp and thats the fuckin trill 4real!!!! ...R.I.P. Chad Butler
@coryharton
T.I. embraced the OG's early unlike the new niggas of today. That's why he rings out among generations 💯 except ybn cordea.