SpeakEasy
Bun B Lyrics


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Please settle downs, everybody sit down
Sit down for a second, Mildred!
Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the table

(It's a Big E beat!)
C'mon now, shit
This is, this is why we don't ever have nothin' man
It's a good evenin' here, Ceddy St. Louis
This right here about to bring to the stage
Is a gentleman from Port Arther, Texas
Real gentleman, real singer, real story teller
Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness
Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun

Thank y'all for comin' to see me this evenin' (yeah)
Cookin' this cajun' I laced it with seasonin' (huh)
In here, I been here and don't plan on leavin'
The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's receivin?
I'm throwin', I'm throwed on, the mic I explode
Slow all that bangin' man just like my load
Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
Where I could just black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Benze's and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Big booty hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Take 'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
They pussy is golden (what) my dick is platinum
And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin'
I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in
That get money frame of mind, any day and time
That's what this is and shit ain't no shame in mine

Back on that bullshit so bring in the cattle
Ready for war so let's get to the battle
Niggas is babies with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
That all you got G? You comin' up short
You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart
You need actin' classes, you can't play the part
Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get smart
I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the center
Right in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter
I'm grippin' that wood (shit) just got a splinter
You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie
How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie?
We after paper, you after the nookie
You bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie

Twista!
They can never run in my shoes,
They know nothin' 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Murder to the drums when I bruise,
Twista killin' them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Competition better study harder
Cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune)
They gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters,
I'm a be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Comin' up and standin on my stack (stack)
A veteran but keep my lyrics dope (dope)
And you still listen out the ride (ride)
I ain't even got a car note (nope)
Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed
And I'm a get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust,
He can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
He can even come right off the top (no)
He don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
He can only kill 'em in the studio
When somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Ask me why I don't hear it, I told ya
It's nothin' but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!)
On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa
Constrictor, Twista inflicts the pain of a cobra




Flame and I'm a show ya, the remains of a soldier
Down home blues killin' niggas in the game, 'til it's over

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Bun B's "SpeakEasy" talks about the skills of the rapper in a confident and razor-sharp manner. The song begins with a simple request to settle down and show respect to the performer. The lyrics mention the rapper's ability to hold the audience's attention with his performance, his talent for storytelling and singing, and his status as a veteran of the music scene. He talks about his experience with different cars and women and his frame of mind when it comes to making money.


In the second section of the song, Twista comes in as a guest rapper, and his verses pick up from where Bun B left off. Twista mentions his unique style, the murder of the drums in his beats, and the competition he faces. He challenges other rappers to work harder and try to match his level of skill. Throughout the song, both rappers maintain a confident and confrontational tone, showcasing their lyrical prowess and trademark styles.


Overall, the lyrics of "SpeakEasy" explore the pride, confidence, and swagger of two seasoned rappers who have earned their stripes in the music industry. They show their skills in verse after verse and call out the competition to step up their game if they want to come close to their level.


Line by Line Meaning

Please settle downs, everybody sit down
Requesting everyone to take their seats and calm down to start the show.


Sit down for a second, Mildred!
Requesting a particular person named Mildred to sit down.


Mildred, get yo' goddamn feet off the table
Telling Mildred to stop putting her feet on the table.


(It's a Big E beat!)
Acknowledging that the song is using a beat produced by Big E.


C'mon now, shit
Encouragement to begin the performance.


This is, this is why we don't ever have nothin' man
Suggesting that people not taking matters seriously causes a lack of progress.


It's a good evenin' here, Ceddy St. Louis
Acknowledging and appreciating the positive atmosphere in Ceddy St. Louis.


This right here about to bring to the stage
Introducing a performer.


Is a gentleman from Port Arther, Texas
Providing information on where the performer is from.


Real gentleman, real singer, real story teller
Highlighting the performer's qualities.


Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness
Acknowledging the performer's previous experience.


Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun
Asking the audience to welcome the performer and calling him up.


Thank y'all for comin' to see me this evenin' (yeah)
Giving thanks to the audience for showing up.


Cookin' this cajun' I laced it with seasonin' (huh)
Playing on the cooking metaphor to describe his rap and his style.


In here, I been here and don't plan on leavin'
Stating his comfort and familiarity with his surroundings.


The king of the trill's 'bout to pass, who's receivin?
Asserting his dominance and asking who will succeed him.


I'm throwin', I'm throwed on, the mic I explode
Describing how he passionately throws himself into his performance.


Slow all that bangin' man just like my load
Telling others not to get too excited and to slow down.


Don't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode
Declaring that he is in the zone and should not be bothered.


Where I could just black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed
Warning others that he is capable of blacking out and harming them.


Benze's and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em
Bringing up his experience with expensive cars.


Big booty hoes I exposed 'em and grabbed 'em
Boasting about his experiences with women.


Take 'em right out of they clothes and I have 'em
Imagery describing his success with women.


They pussy is golden (what) my dick is platinum
Continuing the metaphor to describe his dick as platinum and the quality of the women's reproductive organs as golden.


And hard as a diamond, I'm hard when I'm rhymin'
Comparing his hardness to a diamond and applying it to his ability to rap.


I'm closer to God, like Eric B. I'm in
Comparing his skill level to Eric B and implying his godlike status.


That get money frame of mind, any day and time
Explaining his mentality of wanting to earn more money every day.


That's what this is and shit ain't no shame in mine
Expressing his determination to make money and pride in it.


Back on that bullshit so bring in the cattle
Rapping aggressively about returning to the subject matter.


Ready for war so let's get to the battle
Changing the subject to battle readiness.


Niggas is babies with bottles and rattles
Taunting others and calling them infants.


The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
Telling others that it is time for them to leave and go home.


That all you got G? You comin' up short
Taunting others and expressing his discontent with what they bring to the table.


You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart
Taunting others and claiming superiority.


You need actin' classes, you can't play the part
Continuing to taunt others and claim superiority.


Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get smart
Claiming that focusing on money is the smart thing to do.


I'm known to spit darts that'll land in the center
Stating his powerful ability to rap well.


Right in the red for the breadwinner in her
Bringing up the metaphor of aiming and landing in the center and applying it to earning money.


Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter
Bringing up the metaphor of stacking money and applying it to the seasons.


I'm grippin' that wood (shit) just got a splinter
Bringing up the metaphor of holding wood and describing how it causes him pain.


You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie
Insulting others and claiming superiority.


How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie?
Questioning why others claim to have more than they realistically can acquire.


We after paper, you after the nookie
Explaining the goal of earning money and contrasting it to those only focused on women.


You bet against me and you lost, pay the bookie
Boasting about his success and trying to intimidate others.


Twista!
Introducing the next rapper.


They can never run in my shoes,
Comparing the difficulty of his situation to others and how he stands out.


They know nothin' 'bout the ones and the twos (nope)
Introducing the topic of music production and nobody else understanding it like he does.


Murder to the drums when I bruise,
Boasting about his skill to produce high-quality work with the drums.


Twista killin' them with Bun and the Blues (yup)
Describing how his and Bun's styles serve as a powerful combination.


Competition better study harder
Challenging others to rise to his and Bun's level.


Cause I feel like we done found another tune (tune)
Successfully finding a way to produce music that others have not, implying his uniqueness.


They gon' try to to be like Muddy Waters,
Comparing others who try to reproduce his music to Muddy Waters and his style.


I'm a be the man howlin at the moon (arooo!)
Asserting and proclaiming his skill and power.


Comin' up and standin on my stack (stack)
Explaining how he has progressed and is now standing on top of his accomplishments.


A veteran but keep my lyrics dope (dope)
Describing why he is a veteran but still having quality lyrics.


And you still listen out the ride (ride)
Claiming that people still listen to his music even when he is not in the car with them.


I ain't even got a car note (nope)
Boasting about not having a car payment, implying his financial success.


Y'all ain't snappin cause you wicked crushed
Claiming that others are not doing well because they are being overwhelmed with what they are trying to do.


And I'm a get 'em, I could tell her (tell her)
Declaring his intention to overcome his competition.


Fall dash rapper when you tell 'em bust,
Taunting those who cannot rap and bringing up the theme of violence and aggression.


He can even spit the a cappella ('pella)
Boasting about his ability to rap acapella and without instrumental accompaniment.


He can even come right off the top (no)
Boasting about improvising his lyrics.


He don't kill 'em even though he crumb (no)
Claiming that others do not produce quality lyrics and comparing them to crumbs.


He can only kill 'em in the studio
Stating that others only sound good in the studio and are not talented in live settings.


When somebody can help him make a song (yeah)
Boasting about being independently successful and not needing help to make a hit song.


Ask me why I don't hear it, I told ya
Answering any questions about his quality with confidence and assertion.


It's nothin' but bullshit lyrics in yo' folder (ha ha!)
Insulting the quality of others' music and belittling them.


On the blues we come colder, Bun B's a boa
Bringing up the theme of the blues and stating Bun's superior skill.


Constrictor, Twista inflicts the pain of a cobra
Bringing up the metaphor of snakes and their abilities, comparing Bun and Twista.


Flame and I'm a show ya, the remains of a soldier
Expressing an intention to show fire and passion and prove his worth.


Down home blues killin' niggas in the game, 'til it's over
Bringing up the theme of blues and how Bun is determined to be successful for as long as possible.




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management
Written by: BERNARD FREEMAN, C. KYLES, CARL (TWISTA) MITCHELL, ELIMU TABASURI

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Comments from YouTube:

Tremaine Hughes

2022 and still banging this Real!!! πŸ”₯

reginald spain

Bun b is so damn underated i'm glad to c he hold it down still for ugk...

bkl974

Best Song On The AlbumπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

staccato

This song is fire

Rahkim Montanez

This joint still bang lol Mildred!!

Paulette Durham

I Love Bun B! YESSSSSSSSS

Duncan Jupiter

STILL Bumping

Mr. Bangkok

Damn this shit isπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯!

Damon Collins

Bun and Twista this shit is hard

MarquesPee

This shit is dope.

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