[Chorus: Chamillionaire]. Can't knock the hustle man. Don't hate the player hate the game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane. Trunk on bang. Cause it's an underground thing. Cause I'm an underground king. [Bun B]. It's Bun B the king of the trill. And I'm bringing the steel. Bringing the max it bitches of fact. It's that gangsta shit I'm bringing it back. I went from slanging the crack. To slanging the tracks and slanging my skills. Since ninety-two and slanging it still. So bring who you feel bring who you feeling. Bring them around and I'ma lay them down. It's just another sound boy killing. Rude boy wanna test. Better make sure rude boy got on his vest. Walk with a bunch of bananas on his chest. These monkey niggas on that monkey shit. Best to evolve or. I'm bouts to go gorilla and kill them with a revolver. So go on pimping you's a chip and I'ma blue bat. You ain't ready for the blowback. Bitch and you already knew that. So bring who you wanna bring on. I'ma go king kong. And squeeze him 'til he come up off. his cream like a ding dong. Standing on top of the towers the trans go beating my chest. So it's best you and your mans know. I'm an underground king. [Chorus: Chamillionaire]. Can't knock the hustle man. Don't hate the player hate the game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane. Trunk on bang. Cause it's an underground thing. Cause I'm an underground king. [Pimp C]. I'm an underground king for life. ?In my shoes like hittin in your wife?. Tattoo that's you *man is an island*. Nigga you the pig you buy the Q. Sounds scan short bro. Bump it right like tylo. Fake price buy the ice. Use it for the Tony Snow. Ball-faced liar try to call me a snitch. I did four in population with a ball-faced bitch. If it wasn't for that Bun. Niggas might not know my name no more. But every time they gave him a mic. He told them hos to let me go. Reject tripper sucking on nipple. Gripping the grain playing with cock. Pull that zipper she ain't twister. She getting money fast when it's in her mouth. Nigga you know what I'm about. You who sight it I'm gonna ride. I run the south use my highs. I tell the truth even when I lie. Atlanta is the country. Them Georgia boy's cool. It's all you out of town faggot niggas fucking up all the rules. That ain't blow that's recon. That ain't dro that's popcorn. You fucking right they coming back. Like you selling it cheap cause they stepped on bitch. [Chorus: Chamillionaire]. Can't knock the hustle man. Don't hate the player hate the game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane. Trunk on bang. Cause it's an underground thing. Cause I'm an underground king. [Chamillionaire]. No reprise for the cars. I'm staying up in the foreign. Wanna wake up my neighbors. And the other cooks in the morning. If being Bun wasn't touring. I swear the game would be boring. If being fake was a felony. All y'all rappers be starring in America's Most Wanted. I missed that Pimp and that Pac. So it seems that me and Bun B. Is the realest breed you got. My paper chase getting faster. I'm even beating the clock. When it comes to G's the tick tock. Is gonna get beat to the dock. I gave birth to the hustle. So let my fetus be shown. When I pull out them baby benjamins. And I skeet on your dome. I'm secreting the dough. So don't leave your woman alone. Or I'll turn my dick to a dollar. And give your woman a loan. My presence on Texas streets. Is something that's easy to spot. I'll assassinate concrete. For the G's I'm bleeding the block. Boys'll see me on swingers. And think it's easy to plot. But I bet them boys that's behind me. They gonna be beaming up scott. Hear me out. [Chorus: Chamillionaire]. Can't knock the hustle man. Don't hate the player hate the game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flipping gripping grain in the turning lane. Trunk on bang. Cause it's an underground thing. Cause I'm an underground king