Know What I'm Sayin
Bun B Lyrics
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Represent yo hood,
represent yo block,
represent yo spot.
"Know what I'm saying?"
represent ya ward,
represent ya town because its goin down.
"Know what I'm talkin bout?"
[Bun B]
When you seee me with my gun on,
its a be a one on,
you know what type of shit Big Bun on.
Some of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
move yay get a bigger brick,
want to fuck my gal get a bigger dick.
So do me a favor (favor),
recognize that you a hater,
that couldn't see me if i was ya neighbor.
Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse,
finna meet me at yo sista house,
tell het have that doja and them swishas out.
Nigga we gon set up shop in here,
let bottles pop in here,
and watch these bad ass bitches bop in here.
Shit midddle fingers up (and haters down),
we about that drama,
so if you don't want it bitch don't bring us up.
Man and we gonna be grinding,
nigga hugging this block,
till they free KS and let my brother off lock.
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
I sip on purple barre,
ride around town in my candy car,
diamonds shine like a star.
I love to grip that wood grain,
love to talk that Texas slang,
I spend change like it ain't no thing nigga.
Because down south we be tipping on fo's,
in the parking lot pimping these hoes,
its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.
Down in H-Town we gripping on grain,
flipping on swings sipping that drank,
causing pain in the turning lane nigga.
(Holla at me) 281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
I said 281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
[Chorus]
[Lil Keke]
They better stop playing,
because we might slain,
somebody start praying man.
I'm bout to get it hot,
before i blow the spot,
give me some henn and rocks fool.
I'm bout to let it go,
I'm talking killa blow,
you watch yo chick you check ya bitch.
You niggas know its on,
we pushing plenty chrome,
this the Don me and Bun.
I fuck with Mike Jones,
broke niggas stay at home,
we off the hook like Cokka Book.
Big Texas where its at,
Y'all betta holla back,
we packing gats and smoking sacks.
Pimping these young hoes,
and my bank roll sits swoll,
got me tipping on fo fo's nigga.
I'm bout to smash up,
Y'all niggas given up,
You roll a square and po a cup.
[Chorus]
The song "Know What I'm Saying" by Bun B featuring Mike Jones and Lil Keke is a classic Southern hip hop jam that revolves around the theme of representing one's neighborhood, town, and block. The chorus urges people to represent and show love for where they come from, while the verses describe the gangsta lifestyle and braggadocio of the rappers.
Bun B's verse features his signature flow and rhymes about his life as a trill ass nigga from H-Town, Texas. He talks about carrying a gun and being involved in the streets, challenging haters, and setting up a shop in his hood. Mike Jones' verse is more focused on his fame and success, as he boasts about his car, jewelry, and ability to spend money like it's nothing. He also drops his famous phone number (281-330-8004) for fans to hit him up. Lil Keke's verse centers on his intentions to cause chaos and get rich by any means necessary, including selling drugs and pimping women.
Overall, the song represents the Southern hip hop culture of the early 2000s, characterized by flashy lifestyles, street credibility, and a prideful attitude towards one's roots.
Line by Line Meaning
Represent yo hood,
Show pride in your neighborhood
represent yo block,
Show pride in your specific street
represent yo spot.
Show pride in your specific location
Know what I'm saying?
Do you understand my message?
represent ya ward,
Show pride in your electoral district
represent ya town because its goin down.
Show pride in your town because there's a lot happening
Know what I'm talkin bout?
Do you understand my message?
When you see me with my gun on,
When you see me armed
its a be a one on,
There will be a confrontation
you know what type of shit Big Bun on.
You know what type of lifestyle I lead
Some of that six figure shit,
I have money
that live and die by the trigger shit,
I engage in dangerous activities that could lead to my death
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
I'm from Houston, Texas, and I'm proud of my street credentials.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
If you want to engage me, bring more friends
move yay get a bigger brick,
If you want to trade drugs, bring more supply
want to fuck my gal get a bigger dick.
If you want to pursue my girlfriend, you'll need a larger endowment
So do me a favor (favor),
A request is forthcoming
recognize that you a hater,
Recognize that you dislike me
that couldn't see me if i was ya neighbor.
You dislike me so much, you wouldn't even interact with me if we were neighbors
Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse,
I'm collaborating with Mike Jones and Swishahouse
finna meet me at yo sista house,
We're going to meet at your sister's house
tell het have that doja and them swishas out.
Tell her to have weed and cigars ready
Nigga we gon set up shop in here,
We're going to establish a place of business
let bottles pop in here,
We're going to open bottles of champagne
and watch these bad ass bitches bop in here.
We're going to watch women dance
Shit midddle fingers up (and haters down),
I'm making an obscene gesture, and showing contempt for my detractors
we about that drama,
We're not afraid of conflict
so if you don't want it bitch don't bring us up.
If you don't want to fight with us, don't mention us
Man and we gonna be grinding,
We're going to work tirelessly
nigga hugging this block,
I'm staying in this area
till they free KS and let my brother off lock.
We're going to stay here until my friend is released from jail
I sip on purple barre,
I drink a specific type of cough syrup
ride around town in my candy car,
I drive a vehicle with a candy paint job
diamonds shine like a star.
My jewelry is high quality and flashy
I love to grip that wood grain,
I like how the wood steering wheel feels
love to talk that Texas slang,
I proudly use Texan vernacular
I spend change like it ain't no thing nigga.
I spend money freely
Because down south we be tipping on fo's,
In the southern US, we drive cars with 4-ounce rims
in the parking lot pimping these hoes,
In parking lots, I attract the attention of women
its M.O.B. on every hoe nigga.
I prioritize money over women
Down in H-Town we gripping on grain,
In Houston, we like to hold onto the steering wheel
flipping on swings sipping that drank,
We like to drive and drink codeine cough syrup
causing pain in the turning lane nigga.
We're reckless drivers
(Holla at me) 281-330-8004
Call me at this phone number
Hit Mike Jones up on the low (Yeah)
Call Mike Jones secretly
I said 281-330-8004
I'm repeating my phone number
They better stop playing,
They should quit messing around
because we might slain,
Because we might cause violence
somebody start praying man.
Someone should start praying
I'm bout to get it hot,
I'm going to cause trouble
before i blow the spot,
Before I leave this area
give me some henn and rocks fool.
Give me some Hennessy and a gun
I'm bout to let it go,
I'm going to start shooting
I'm talking killa blow,
I'm talking about killing people
you watch yo chick you check ya bitch.
You should be careful with your girlfriend
You niggas know its on,
You already know that there will be trouble
we pushing plenty chrome,
We have a lot of guns
this the Don me and Bun.
I'm the boss, along with Bun B
I fuck with Mike Jones,
I collaborate with Mike Jones
broke niggas stay at home,
Poor people shouldn't come out
we off the hook like Cokka Book.
We're behaving wildly like the characters in the film Cokka Book
Big Texas where its at,
Texas is where it's happening
Y'all betta holla back,
You better respond to us
we packing gats and smoking sacks.
We have guns and marijuana
Pimping these young hoes,
We're exploiting young women
and my bank roll sits swoll,
I have a lot of money
got me tipping on fo fo's nigga.
I'm driving a car with 4-ounce rims
I'm bout to smash up,
I'm about to cause destruction
Y'all niggas given up,
You've already surrendered
You roll a square and po a cup.
You're smoking a cigarette and drinking cough syrup
[Chorus]
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MIKE JONES, BERNARD FREEMAN, SALIH WILLIAMS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
empresstara10
It's a Big E Beat!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
This that "Man, hold up!" shit, that styrofoam cup shit
That 84's and vogue flows that niggas can't fuck wit'
Tippin' on fo'fos shit, slammin' Cadillac doors shit
That, "Not only is it real, but it's realer than your shit!"
Woodgrain wheel and the candy paint mandatory
If you're from that Texas, you already understand the story
Money, cups and swangas (swangas), tops chopped with that trunk lit
Chunk a deuce with fingers (fingers), boy, we ain't on that punk shit!
Gulfway veteran that ain't too many better than
Say he wanna dance with the devil, then fuck it, let him in!
We don't bar niggas, droppin' bars while we on barre
Yeah, you might be on, bitch, but you know you ain't on par!
When I pull up on a pussy nigga with that chrome bar
Shut his slab down, he gon' have to call up OnStar
Sippin' drank, candy paint, them Texas boys started that
Hate and I put one between your numbers like a quarterback!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
H-Town, Texas, yeah, these boys ain't playin'
Underground Kingz, we the kings of this land
Stand tall for the trill, still represent right
RIP Pimp C, poppin' trunk, showin' lights
Still on that Westheimer, five gallons of the gloss
In Event, bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up!
Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up
Don't pull your shit up when you see me, 'cause it's fatal
I'm in my drop 5/9 watchin' cable, newest one out the stable
No labels, black-owned 'til I'm gone
Still comin' through Acres Homes like it's money on my phone
I'm a grown-ass boss, still like to floss
For two decades straight I've been pullin' out!
Paint cost 20 grand, got 'em lookin' like, "Damn!"
Down in H-Town, I'm the man, hold up!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
95 degrees in the city, the top vanish
L-Dog covered in chrome, my Lac's Spanish
Paint job still ain't right? Then keep sprayin'
'Cause I'm comin' through, drippin' that candy, know what I'm sayin'?
Martin Luther, call him the King, 'cause this is playground
Slab doors, leather and 4's, this why they hatin' now!
Roll up, guess who 'bout to show up
Pull up on they ass and make 'em throw up, hold up!
Southside holdin', no playin'
Come through in that pretty muthafucka like, man!
Texas niggas stand, bitch, I'm Don Ke
Ain't gon' never find another slab nigga like me!
713, ain't no secret what I claim
Got a trunk full of speakers, niggas, diamonds on his chain
Bitch, I go insane, crawlin' on them thangs
'Cause we twistin on that gas and we drinkin' purple rain, hold up!
charles king
This some gangsta shit right here. I like it!
empresstara10
It's a Big E Beat!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
This that "Man, hold up!" shit, that styrofoam cup shit
That 84's and vogue flows that niggas can't fuck wit'
Tippin' on fo'fos shit, slammin' Cadillac doors shit
That, "Not only is it real, but it's realer than your shit!"
Woodgrain wheel and the candy paint mandatory
If you're from that Texas, you already understand the story
Money, cups and swangas (swangas), tops chopped with that trunk lit
Chunk a deuce with fingers (fingers), boy, we ain't on that punk shit!
Gulfway veteran that ain't too many better than
Say he wanna dance with the devil, then fuck it, let him in!
We don't bar niggas, droppin' bars while we on barre
Yeah, you might be on, bitch, but you know you ain't on par!
When I pull up on a pussy nigga with that chrome bar
Shut his slab down, he gon' have to call up OnStar
Sippin' drank, candy paint, them Texas boys started that
Hate and I put one between your numbers like a quarterback!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
H-Town, Texas, yeah, these boys ain't playin'
Underground Kingz, we the kings of this land
Stand tall for the trill, still represent right
RIP Pimp C, poppin' trunk, showin' lights
Still on that Westheimer, five gallons of the gloss
In Event, bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up!
Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up
Don't pull your shit up when you see me, 'cause it's fatal
I'm in my drop 5/9 watchin' cable, newest one out the stable
No labels, black-owned 'til I'm gone
Still comin' through Acres Homes like it's money on my phone
I'm a grown-ass boss, still like to floss
For two decades straight I've been pullin' out!
Paint cost 20 grand, got 'em lookin' like, "Damn!"
Down in H-Town, I'm the man, hold up!
My paint is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
My roof is like, damn! Know what I'm sayin'?
My tooth is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
The truth, we like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Texas and these boys ain't playin'!
95 degrees in the city, the top vanish
L-Dog covered in chrome, my Lac's Spanish
Paint job still ain't right? Then keep sprayin'
'Cause I'm comin' through, drippin' that candy, know what I'm sayin'?
Martin Luther, call him the King, 'cause this is playground
Slab doors, leather and 4's, this why they hatin' now!
Roll up, guess who 'bout to show up
Pull up on they ass and make 'em throw up, hold up!
Southside holdin', no playin'
Come through in that pretty muthafucka like, man!
Texas niggas stand, bitch, I'm Don Ke
Ain't gon' never find another slab nigga like me!
713, ain't no secret what I claim
Got a trunk full of speakers, niggas, diamonds on his chain
Bitch, I go insane, crawlin' on them thangs
'Cause we twistin on that gas and we drinkin' purple rain, hold up!
J.D. Whited
That beat is filthy.
earla 273
Ain't it! π₯π₯
Aj Hill
Yeah the world we in now ... Bun b 12k sucribers Tekashi 69 million plus ... Mumble rappers million views and sucribers smdh yeah glad i was raised in a trill era...
Q Dog
No what I'm saying. Trill don't niggas don't die
Bly The Truth
Dante Keller yeah bun bs music is not all on here you have to remember that too
Dante Keller
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Anthony Madrid
Great song
MikeDubShonuff
The South still got something to say π―π₯