Tulkojums: AG. Kliedziens 'em Out.
[A.G.] Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again ... Check me out yo I push the half-dozen light green, can't front The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front Shorty
from New Orleans I can't lie, I lust for things Like an old-school black Old Cut supreme Or an iced-out G shock and a custom ring And a freak with an
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
Tammy with a purple Bentley How she got it, I ain't never get to ask I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash Yeah, but shout out to
but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller
Uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out
keep it B-I, like a paper trail shout out to my n-gga T-I, yahh, so wavvy, when I say usher all the girls go crazy, even your own lady, (wait a minute
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing
f-ck a bitch B.I.G duck a bitch, quick fast Dick to ass, don't hesitate split fast You know what's up, here's a quarter and a buck My steps is kinda
, skeet shoot a hoe today 5-0-4, 9-7-2's, 7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do? You checkin' out the scene, I'm checkin' a hoe tonight With perpendicular, vehicular
me And Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley How she got it I aint never get to ask I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash Yeah, but shout out
from Ya wanna lend shouts out to all the St. Claire SCT's St. Claire Thugs Original, O.G.'s Gangsters shouts out to Buck Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye, Troy
My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain
Just copped a GT, album bout to drop I'm bout to rap my shit They go see me way upstate Sheek Louch: After Taxes G-Unot on the plate (G-UNOT!) The crack
bow down to the bull like Kolkata They ain't what I'm rapping for I rather be a matador So tartare or rather raw I know that sounds fucked up like a
like Cain cuz I watch Menace a lot And Im tryna fuck yo friend so is she with it or not? Shout out to ATL cuz Im in Lennox a lot And I dont like lookin
