Just Like That
Bun B Lyrics
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Yeah, that real shit nigga!
Yeah!
Whats up?
Jizzle!
H-town!
Bun! (whats up?)
You had to go fuck with' ya homie, right? (You know it, Jee'!)
Drop that! (G.A.D.A.!)
We 'bout shit, nigga!
Yeah!
It's goin' down! (Haha, let's go!)
Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (those)
Know them things come out them glass pots!
Yeah, we sold those!
Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
Just like that! (Yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
I said we 'bout that! (Yeah!) Yeah you know we 'bout that!
Say man I'm cleaner than a whistle,
nigga shaper than a sickle! (sickle!)
My Cadillac is candy
and my Desert Eagle nickle. (nickle!)
Plated niggas hate it! (hate it!)
There's nothin' they can say though
When I hit 'em with the pressure (pressure!)
They leakin' out the play dough! (play dough!)
From way back in the day yo (day yo!)
they know I put it down
Had a pocket full of stones
got ta sewing up the town! (town!)
Been at it since the 90's
in the ghetto with them pounds
And them bricks hittin' licks
and fillin' heaters with them rounds!
Paid the cost to be the boss!
I can show ya the receipt fo' it
Trillest in the game, every nigga in the streets know it! (fo' sure!)
Bun B and Jizzle back in bidness
Cause the sign on (the dough!)
That's what the fuck we got our mind on so grind on! (let's go!)
Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (those)
Know them things come out them glass pots!
Yeah, we sold those!
Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
Just like that! (Yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
I said we 'bout that! (Yeah!) Yeah you know we 'bout that!
Sometimes I ask myself, "Say Jizzle how ya doin'? " (doin'!)
Yeah you know you be about tha money, your persuin'! (persuin'!)
Pursue that paper like them yellow bricks from H-Town (H-Town!)
Just take off the yellow tape! (yeah, yeah!)
Now ya sellin' H-Town's! (yeah, yeah!)
Watch the beat break down,
long way from break town (yeah!)
On my way to A-Town!
Long way from H-Town! (haha!)
Bitch I'm 'bout that!
Bitch you know I'm 'bout that! ('bout that!)
They say "They 'bout that! " (yeah!)
But I really doubt that! (yeah!)
You know I live this (live this!)
love this (love this!)
thug shit! (thug shit!)
Did a song with Kanye!
Still talkin' drug shit! (yeah, yeah!)
Even though it's drug shit (drug shit!)
Still makin' club shit! (club shit!)
Bitch you know I'm 'bout that! (yeah!)
And them bitches love this! (yeah!)
Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (those)
Know them things come out them glass pots!
Yeah, we sold those!
Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
Just like that! (Yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!)
I said we 'bout that! (Yeah!) Yeah you know we 'bout that!
That's right! My mind is on my money
and my fingers on a fat knot
Eyes is wide open and my ears is to the black top!
Came up in the trap spot!
Posted with that crack rock
From the streets to the studio,
now I got this rap locked! (locked!)
Back then they didn't want me! (want me!)
But now they all up on me! (on me!)
Big lips they fall up on me
dime bitches crawl up on me!
Yeah, I used to call ya "homie"! (homie!)
Now we just acquaintances! ('ces!)
You broke the G-code nigga, you need gangsta maintenance!
Step ya game up!
Matter fact get a Escalader! ('lader!)
Somebody call the swag police
to come arrest this hater!
Butter block or Ferrari's! ('Raris!)
And Porsche's with the double doors (doors!)
C-T-E! U-G-K we hit ya with a double dose!
Y'all gon give me my respect, cause I earned that! (earned that, nigga!)
Even though it's an expensive (what's happenin'?)
Pound we stil burnin' that! (burnin' that!)
New Benz with the glass top, yeah, we drove those! (Bun, I got ya, homie!)
Know them things come out in glass pots!
Yeah, we sod those!
Just like that! ('ey!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! ('bout that!) (just like what, nigga?)
Just like that! (that!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!) (haha!)
Just like that! (yeah!)
Yeah, you know we 'bout that! (that!) (Whats up?)
I said we 'bout that! (yeah!)
Yeah you know we 'bout that!
The song "Just Like That" by Bun B is a rap song that talks about the rapper's success and how he has earned it. He talks about how hard work and dedication have led him to where he is now, and he expects to be respected for it. He is proud of where he comes from, H-Town (Houston, Texas), and how he and his crew have been able to make a name for themselves in the rap game. Even though he is now successful, he doesn't forget his humble beginnings and the obstacles he had to overcome to get where he is now.
The song also talks about the rapper's ability to sell drugs and how he made money from it. However, he emphasizes that he has moved on from that lifestyle and is now a successful artist. He also mentions his collaboration with Kanye West, showing how far he has come from his beginnings on the streets of H-Town.
Overall, the song is about hard work, dedication, and achieving success. It is a celebration of how far the rapper has come and a testament to the fact that anything is possible if one puts their mind to it.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah! (Just like that!)
Let's go!
You had to go fuck with' ya homie, right? (You know it, Jee'!)
You had to betray your friend, didn't you?
We 'bout shit, nigga!
We're the real deal!
It's goin' down! (Haha, let's go!)
The situation is about to escalate!
Y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that!
You better show me respect because I deserve it!
Even though it's an expensive pound we stil burnin' that! ('ey!)
Even though we paid a lot for the drugs, we're still using them!
Just like that! ('ey!)
Just like that, no big deal!
Say man I'm cleaner than a whistle, nigga shaper than a sickle! (sickle!)
I am well-groomed and sharp!
My Cadillac is candy and my Desert Eagle nickle. (nickle!)
My car is shiny and my gun is shiny!
Plated niggas hate it! (hate it!) There's nothin' they can say though When I hit 'em with the pressure (pressure!) They leakin' out the play dough! (play dough!)
Envious people hate me, but they can't say anything when I succeed and they fail!
Had a pocket full of stones got ta sewing up the town! (town!)
I used to sell drugs in large quantities!
Been at it since the 90's in the ghetto with them pounds And them bricks hittin' licks and fillin' heaters with them rounds!
I've been selling drugs for a long time in poor neighborhoods!
Paid the cost to be the boss! I can show ya the receipt fo' it Trillest in the game, every nigga in the streets know it! (fo' sure!)
I paid the price to be in charge, and I can prove it. I am the most authentic and respected person in the game!
Bun B and Jizzle back in bidness Cause the sign on (the dough!)
Bun B and Young Jeezy are back in business, focused on making money!
Sometimes I ask myself, 'Say Jizzle how ya doin'? ' (doin'!) Yeah you know you be about tha money, your persuin'! (persuin'!)
Sometimes I question myself, 'How are you doing?' But I know that I am always pursuing money!
Pursue that paper like them yellow bricks from H-Town (H-Town!) Just take off the yellow tape! (yeah, yeah!) Now ya sellin' H-Town's! (yeah, yeah!)
Chase money as hard as you would chase bricks of drugs! Remove the evidence and now you're selling records instead of drugs!
Bitch I'm 'bout that!
I am all about success!
They say 'They 'bout that! ' (yeah!) But I really doubt that! (yeah!)
They talk about being successful but I don't think they actually are!
Yeah, I used to call ya 'homie'! (homie!) Now we just acquaintances! ('ces!) You broke the G-code nigga, you need gangsta maintenance!
I used to consider you a friend, but now we are no longer close because you betrayed gangster code, and you need to learn how to be a true gangster again!
Step ya game up! Matter fact get a Escalader! ('lader!) Somebody call the swag police to come arrest this hater!
Improve your skills and get a better car! Someone call the fashion police to come and condemn this hater's outfit!
Butter block or Ferrari's! ('Raris!) And Porsche's with the double doors (doors!) C-T-E! U-G-K we hit ya with a double dose!
We ride in expensive cars and we make double the impact with our music and attitude!
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BERNARD FREEMAN, CHRISTOPHER JAMES GHOLSON, JAY JENKINS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@philipdickerson6714
jeezy kills all hooks hands down
@crishunger8316
80
@radicalmind782
can't believe bun b don't get recognized more I mean I know he ain't done shit in awhile bit his old shit is gold
@BigJonahJ
Bun B, Pimp C and UGK are all well known names though 🤔
@mbhattiification
I was expect this to have a billion views by now
@yungblizzdabamaboi4133
Bun B is Legendary
@amandamartinez7027
In love with the beat
@juanPedro-jn3qj
Like that pretty face amanda
@AeonFlexMusic
Amanda Martinez That's drumma boy for you! You have great taste.
@buffalophil3630
Amanda Martinez lol these thirsty ass clowns