Fordítás: Fekete 47. Negyven-kettes.
Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce
rag Take my line and go fishin' for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons Couldn't find any
feet, let me say this I kick ass like I'm bruise lot And let me squash this shit: real niggas do die Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that deuce
glassy shit I hug the block like a quart of water Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter Till like deuce in the mornin', with the
getting jacked for his new deuces Or slapped toothless, ya doin' what cha doin' So what you got a Forty Cal, I got a Forty Cal Plus another Forty Cal
let us hang with you Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' swisher sweets Trippin' on the hoochies, rollin' by in they rides Guzzlin' up a forty
drop Coolin' up in Jersey on a hot summer's day It's me and Erick Sermon and Keith Murray A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin' Forty five
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce
(Chorus) X2 You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that?s forty-two Call that pick, that James
Kweli I agree I, was thinkin the same thing myself Smog in the city ain't no good for your health Things changed in New York, type strange in New York Forty-Deuce
chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal A deuce deuce
' face like Spongebob Watched his face when he aced, the place got quiet Bowled like twenty forty times, my arm got tired Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts And
Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder Did57 shows in a three month summer On the deuce
grams Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder Do 57 shows in a three month summer Any deuce
got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylor's drinkin Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce
