Tulkojums: C piezīme. Get Paid.
x4] [C-Note:] Houston, L.A. (they know how to get paid) Pen State to the Tre, (they know how to get paid) Detroit, New York (they know how to get paid
on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass
her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I
'till tomorrow, we gone borrow, and record again. Cant wait till the day we wake up, wake up, wake up. And we all gone be paid up, paid up, paid up.
whatever you should choose Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't paid my dues. Chorus Eightball A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds
it's two-thou That ain't the way we lay it down Souls get, found and lost at the roads they cross Many paid dues, but few knew the costs I ran through
double E man dem Raise hell spring fire like free buck time Then you'll rate me man dem in fact forget I M.C. man dem, just though I get paid man dem
m never disrespected Get the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can't hold back Chorus Get up, get up, get
pussy with me for my brother when he get out No doubt It goes one for the money Two for the show Three for the M.I.C. now let's go June's flow is pro
that's on a six hour note Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe R.I.P. to Pat and his big brother, hope that's my big bro Every C.D. in my car
you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be hoes For real I promise these niggaz, be putting me in my zone Till they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get
just love your flashy ways I guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace All Philly hoes,
for show see Know me fuck around with the mob for show Hit these funksters 3 times crazy and get low Cause everyday everyday fuck all that drama I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid
smoke my weed? Never would you take my G's I'm a Po P I M P Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke But now I'm stackin' C-notes, still dope
front, you fake dudes get in the back We got guns and believe me you can get it from that Gotta lot of money and mostly I ain't get it from rap You think
finished I'll grow up to be a streiht up menace, geah uh c'mon yall streiht up menace Now I'm of age And living in the projects Gettin' paid off
Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note *(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)* No one's gonna lace you, like I do I get around babe, no one can lace you better
