Outta Season
Bun B Lyrics
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(Been, been outta season)
Drop, chop the block for no reason
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the fuck up
Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up
Shit, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and pick the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
Undies and Jordan's I just pulled up out the locker
Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off somethin' proper
Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my nutsack
Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your yard
Say exactly what the fuck I feel with no disregard
David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the trill nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's best you just appease him, bitch!
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Summertime let the top off
Spring up with the ice in Winter
Chop the block like a steak dinner
They bust shots, return to sender
Graduated as a corner bender from the school of trill
Showin' grill, pop pop the seal
Pop pop the trunk
Neon rim, bitch how it feel?
How it taste?
Kringle season all in her face
Eat the cake, don't forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them candy flakes drip off the chrome
Sunshine won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
When they throw a stone
When it rains on my robes
Practice what I always preach
No hand-outs, bitch stop that reach
I'm still holdin' on, competin'
All that lame shit outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta season
The lyrics of Bun B's song "Outta Season" convey a sense of confidence and pride in his status as a successful and respected figure in the rap game. He starts off by dismissing the abundance of unimpressive and uninspired music that has been flooding the scene, stating that it has been "outta season." Bun B believes in practicing what he preaches and staying focused on his goals, symbolized by keeping his "eyes on the prize." When he pops the trunk twice with the swangers (rims) on the side and drops the top, it signifies his extravagant lifestyle and the way he showcases his success. He does all this without any particular reason other than his personal enjoyment.
In the next verse, Bun B continues to assert his dominance and assertiveness. He describes himself as a big baller with confidence, unafraid to retaliate against anyone who disrespects him. He emphasizes his determination to make a comeback if someone ever doubts him or thinks he won't return to the rap game. He plans to pick up his customized car, known as a "slab," and make a statement with it. Bun B establishes his reputation as a true representative of the 409 region, asserting his dominance over others and demanding their respect. As the king of his domain, he expects people to adhere to his wishes.
In the third verse, Bun B flexes his lyrical skills and boasts about his ability to captivate and entertain his audience. He refers to himself as David Blaine, a famous magician, indicating his ability to mystify and surprise his listeners with his lyrics. As he continues to deliver his authentic Southern style and flavorsome lyrics, he warns others that they must either step aside or show their allegiance. With roots in Louisiana, he demonstrates his pride in his heritage and commands others to appease him. He expects acknowledgment and respects as the ruler of his genre, demanding that his voice is heard.
The final verse demonstrates Bun B's unfading relevance and impact on the rap scene. He compares his longevity and consistency to the changing seasons, highlighting his ability to adapt and remain relevant. He metaphorically links his success to the changing seasons, seamlessly moving from one phase to another, just like the cycle of life. Bun B affirms his commitment to "practice what [he] preaches," maintaining his work ethic and continuing to excel in his craft. He dismisses those who seek handouts or try to undermine him, asserting his resilience and self-reliance. Throughout the lyrics, Bun B establishes himself as a force to be reckoned with, embodying the essence of trill and remaining unfazed by the temporary trends that come and go.
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management
Written by: Bernard Freeman, Justin Scott
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Cheddar 89
I'm a Artist Myself and dis is a Hit. U know a hit wen a song gives u the chills or it stay on repeat. It's like i felt a ghost in da room i caught da chills so bad mane. R.I.P PIMP C. THE Underground king π
demetrius bell
Its a classic late 80's babies will still be jamming this shit in our 40's. God knows what rap will sound like then
Kevin Pettiford
I know probably horrible
MrAlekzinho 7
We dont know how it ll sound but we know they ll remember BunB
Pio Pius
Real shit
djseriousbizness
Us early 80s kids said the same thang.
Fee Cee
Bun and K.R.I.T. automatic classic.
ms patty cake baby
2020 still jamming ππππππ₯π₯π―β₯οΈ
Syweezy2012
Try 2022
MrAlekzinho 7
Bun B is a true Master, working on Heart