Like a V Neck - ItsTheReal, Bun B

Never turn down, we accept rejects

Whole team shooting fouls, got three techs

Everybody with us at the bank, cashing G-checks

Crew so deep, looking like a V Neck

Jeff:

Where’d I get all these bros?

Not my dad

But we’re looking for new talent, check the wanted ad

So many friends on the side, the boat’s tipping over

Get into an accident, I got some organ donors

Every time we hit the block, bring the floats

We’re a tumor;

a growth hard to diagnose

And O-line, a D-line, my team fills up the Bee Line

Head to the back, and put the bus on recline

Dudeliest Catch, Judd Apatow’s attached

We hang out in the streets, and then the streets collapse

Faces next to faces, I don’t know half the names

Someone pay attention, make sure everybody came

Swarming like locusts, we’re so hard no to notice

Bring the noise, bring the funk, like Mr. Holland’s Opus

The riot cops come out when we’re playing Solitaire

Put your friends against mine, we’re not playing fair

Eric:

Surrounded by my dogs because I’m man’s best friend

King of the block, I got a good rate at the Mandarin

Matching shirts and Nikes, looking like a cult

Whole gang nuts, word to Charles Schultz

Credit, we don’t sweat it, when I win, we win

Ruff riding at Soul Cycle, when I spin we spin

Dozens of best friends forever, it’s like we copied 'em

Corporate retreat, trust falls, we bodied 'em

Women loving the crew, like your outfit tight

Saying goodnight to everybody takes an extra night

When anyone of us succeeds, we all suffer

My crew the sickest, allergic to peanut butter

My homies ride, we caravan like Kendrick cover

Emergency bontacts, ball them my Blood brothers

Living a movie in which everybody stunts

We all eating, Marky Mark and the Funky Brunch

Bun B:

I’m moving through the city, I’m rolling with my crew

When we pull up the party, man, they don’t know what to do

I came with more people than the club can even hold

And more cars than they can park, this shit’s outta control

We walk inside the building, knocking people out the pathway

Taking over sections, didn’t even meet 'em halfway

They ask us what we drinking;

we ask you what you got

Then we buy up all your liquor till the last fucking shot

I’m rolling with a lot of G’s, man, ain’t no pretending

It’s gon' be shoulder to shoulder if Bun is in attendance

We fall up in the function and then it’s getting fucking hot

I can say the reason why;

ItsTheReal better fucking not

I put a call up to the homies and they all came

Deeper than a crowd at a Super Bowl ballgame

It ain’t no shame to my game so don’t you try me

And shout out to the Million Man March walking behind me