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letra de there he go - bun b, 8ball & mjg & jazze pha

[intro]
(cory mo)

[chorus: jazzy pha]
livin’ the life of a big time playa, yeah (there he go)
tryna survive with the world on his shoulders, yeah (carried it all)
we out on the grind every minute, every hour, yeah (there he go)
keepin’ my mind on my money and power, yeah

[verse 1: bun b]
well, it’s big bun beata b-tch, i’m from port arthur
when i was younger i made music and put d-ck in yo daughter
me and my brother pimp c made history when we’d link up
and ain’t naan n—- cold as me, not one i can think of
so bartender pour me a drink up, and makе it a double
matter fact, make it champagnе cause its supposed to bubble
used to hustle with beepers, nextels, and them sky pagers
now we cadillac’n through the ‘burbs like, “hi neighbor!”
way too fly, my flavor stay on designer
and i’m serious bout this south sh-t, ain’t no maybe’s or kinda’s
so if you need a reminder, i’m that n—- from ‘murder’
but if that song you ain’t heard of then call me ‘mr. trill burgers’
sayin’ …

[chorus: jazzy pha]
there he go
livin’ the life of a big time playa, yeah (there he go)
tryna survive with the world on his shoulders, yeah (carried it all)
we out on the grind every minute, every hour, yeah (there he go)
keepin’ my mind on my money and power, yeah
[verse 2: 8ball]
lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
who else could it be, but fat boy from the mound?
comin’ out hard from day one on the map we put memphis
a fat and skinny n—- wit them girls, talkin’ bout pimpin’
with that music made you ride to, some of them cars be country
you wanna know about it go ask your uncle and your auntie
that sh-t hit like some mobbin’, that soul in it like al green
my soul in it every time i write, can’t believe i’m livin’ my dream
every day, wakin’ up, ain’t gotta do nothin’ but what i love
talk about it in every song, given to me by god above
blessed with it, representin’
need a verse? give me a couple minutes
or you can come see me light it up next time i’m in your city

[verse 3: mjg]
lay it down, lay it down, everybody need to really lay it down
real n—-s always stay in touch, while fake n—-s never wanna come around
everybody wanna try to wear the crown, but you can just be the king for a minute
and then you gotta pass the torch and be a good sport for the next n—- comin’ up in it
am i done? am i finished? am i just gettin’ started? am i the best or the hardest?
it hard to distinguish from dumbest to smartest, i said i’m up regardless
and so here i go livin’ the life of a n—- who wishin’ the best for the rest of my n—-s
more of the money get less of the stress from my n—-s, they really be testin’ my n—-s
spirit is powerful, my soul is protected by vipers, step back n—-
i’m the secret weapon i have in h-ll, down and came back n—-
pimp tight, mjg, the only way to do it is the way it go
look at me, stuntin’ me, follow me, follow me, follow me ‘cause …
[chorus: jazzy pha]
(there he go)
livin’ the life of a big time playa, yeah (there he go)
tryna survive with the world on his shoulders, yeah (carried it all)
we out on the grind every minute, every hour, yeah (there he go)
keepin’ my mind on my money and power, yeah

- bun b 8ball mjg jazze pha

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