lake then split Jack who, take what, from who, not me Get a bullet in ya head leave that ass on the street (Hook 4x - [Turk]) Jack who, Take what, from who
Fordítás: Hot Boys. Jack Ki, mit Take.
the lake then split Jack who, take what, from who, not me Get a bullet in ya head leave that ass on the street [Hook x4: Turk] Jack who, Take what, from who
y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase
Eiht Throw your sets up niggas like you dont give a damn Inglewood Mac-10 watch who's kane HOOK : x2 So you wanna really know what's real on the mik
The place hot but a hot girl pull it up Yo, Operator jack it up And make the girls them pon de dance floor back it up Ah what dem think? Ah what dem
And when they ask 'em who is he it's 7th Sign and Bone Call me a secret weapon when the war is on And when they ask 'em who is he it's Big B and Bone,
my mind back on, who I'ma bone to take home Got mine, get cha own, grab a cell call Big Tone Need some Air Max 'cuz dem boys bobbin' like stone and a
shit like bitches on Set It Off, dank niggaz be sniffin dark bank mission accomplished boss crack hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit let it off niggaz who
Paid a lot of paper to live here American gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme
love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What
see who got the most superb herb Nigga Stokes gonna stroke that ass wit the killa curb Till sober and then do it over again 'cause who ever take The
Can't stop, can't stop, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Can't stop, can't stop, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they
late, it is what it is It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is Oh, ohh I see It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
up cats thats wack Wants to be a gun blazer but jacks the flavor tracks I numb out frames, don't blame it on the coccaine What is sure to be the blame
my hammer cause she know its dirty You got questions, holla at me - I tell you whats what Lay you on ya back and yall chumps'll really see whats up On
go I roll fat, holdin' a stash (It's like that) Home girl, blowin' my jack (Like that) We boys in the mist of the noise (It's like that) We big boys
