Fordítás: C Bo. Hány.
west nigga it's stacking in my nest [Chorus] How many muthafuckas really down to ride with me How many muthafuckas down to take a life for me How many
' how I'm livin' Show them *** how you winnin' It's the beginnin' with the pearls you're given The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 say, it's 'Many
uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a. [PP/Jamal Dorsey] Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a. [Bo/Conway Armstead] Bo
the roof And sometimes I wonder what the fuck I think about that How nowadays kids get whap for somethin' less than a pat But I guess that's how it goes
flow will break you down What to do? Timbuck-one, Timbuck-two I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo The sniveling, huh-huh-ha, c-c-c-coughing, hah-choo
a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget We run this shit, we don't give a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget Gotta keep it gangsta How many
riches Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon About to change
good don't it You's a fine dread lock, come on get How many times Missy crushed the very best? How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? As many times
free time and mealtime while on his knees And if Kim is half as old as bobby who is two years older then twelve year old tori, For how many more 30 day
x] One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine [Lil' C-Style] I touch more woman than I can ever feel I stop at the set where the homeboys chill I spot big homie C-bo
me poppin' dono Ask bo but he don't know what p know about the ghetto You ain't got no dollars, you got no friends If I go to jail how many y'all niggas
don't care if you rap You better R E S P E C T me" I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
you Five from eternity an all that shit you kick just don't concern me I separate the dead from the chump, ask a nigga blunt Yo, how many lumps you want
up out the game The realest nigga you done talked to all day It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, with C-bo From
Yuk, what, thug lord, regime West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check (Verse 1: C-Bo) Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream Baddest bitches you
I'm a celebrity? And I'm gonna Write them a song On my next CD Well you right 'cause This song is about you B Or how it's about to be I love you
