(feat. Chamillionaire, Pimp C)
[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