Wedding Shells - Adil Omar, Bun B

Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell

Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell

Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell

Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell

I’ve got my phasers on stun

And if I live just like my daddy I’ll be dead at 41

And there’s no cure for these genetics

I take no measures

In a land of cricket bats

And gods and generals and guns

Black label, Hitchens' portions

Little green bag like I’m Mr. Orange

Robin Hood with a fist of fortune

Mother Teresa;

kiss the orphans

Heal the sick like a feudal Jesus

My skull is a pool of secrets

Fuck a thulla, corrupt policemen

Gave me beatings cause of who I eat with

Make bonds with the arms of henchmen

Charlton Heston gun collection

Laid out in the bedroom, I shit you not playa

Tons of weapons

And a hun’s aggression

Gangsta rap be my son’s obsession

And stay addicted to seduction

But that’s just one confession

Here’s my one concession

Can’t stay sane in this one direction

Can’t face pain, man, fuck depression

Sip this poison;

love and blessings

They say the mavericks get sent to hell

So make that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Hold up

OK the trill OG is coming through

Live my life just like my daddy, still alive at 42

Will I live to 43, guess you’ll have to wait and see

Until then I’ll keep it G, be the same ol' big Bun B

Raised among the wolves

Ran the planes and ate the livestock

If I saw my natural prey, I had that 45 cocked

I was born a carnivore, learned how to live off leaves

Now it’s only 40 ounces when I run with 40 thieves

It’s nothing up my sleeves

I wore my tank top

Sound off, hitting rounds go off

See that tank pop

Nothing to alarm you, cause it’s not meant to harm you

That’s just how we celebrate

Making bullets levitate

Better not be featherweight

Cause this ain’t for the weak (why?)

Cause where these brothers come from

You could die for what you speak

So let your voice be heard

If they hate it, fuck it, give 'em hell

And let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell

Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell