Rick Ross) Half Half A Brick Of Yay.... (Nina Sky), Half Half A Brick Of Yay (Its Cool N Dre) [Chorus:] And Im Flippin Flip Flippin Flip Flip Flippin That
Fordítás: Sky, Nina. Ez Flippin.
(Rick Ross) Half Half A Brick Of Yay.... (Nina Sky), Half Half A Brick Of Yay (Its Cool N Dre) [Chorus:] And Im Flippin Flip Flippin Flip Flip Flippin That
out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake
breaking dance So keep me dancing, dancing all night, all night Yeah, Reggae Tony, pa' la honey (Yeah) Still around and move for the money Tony Touch, Nina Sky
me, We gonna stop, drop, rock and roll, Ain't not time to be geekin', We gonna do that though, Flip that hoe, kick that flow, Make it to the top, then we get that
cases who arrested the faces of triple six That which is sorcerer (Kill that bitch, chop that bitch) Or you might get caught on a crucifix I'm sick of that
[intro: dum-dum and happy p] (lighting a joint) (coughs) [dum-dum) Go head maan Boy that's 5 [happy p] That's got to be [verse 1: dum-dum and happy p
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that
-N-to-tha-E Her pussy walls grabbed my dick so I'm stuck So I burnt that ass from that blunt hash that I lit up "Owwwww!!" She jumped up, puffed up, started
through the ghetto with 7 pounds of fierro el mero mero puttin it down with that live guedo (meno rallose flipping gallos sipping hydros i'm the one that
fools like you for the rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
Devil shit sorcerer (kill that bitch, chop that bitch) Or you might get caught on a crucifix I'm sick of that burning inside of my Cradle i'm wishin' that
shit sorcerer (kill that bitch, chop that bitch) Or you might get caught on a crucifix I'm sick of that burning inside of my Cradle i'm wishin' that he
record talkin' bout the Nina blast, smash I'm in the hood smokin' the greener grass My bags fat, they similar to Trina ass, so! [Chorus:] Put a finger in the sky
and Park Place you know the deal (yeah) Mr. Mike Nitty get down like that A-C-S-H-V, you can find me at It's the things that you do, make a hot boo boo
