Tulkojums: Fat Matrači. Man patīk, ka.
Tulkojums: Fat Matrači. Silly Niggaz.
in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Now it's that puff, puff, pass shit, Cheech and Chong grass shit Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out And girl if you want it you haffi confess out A no lie weh we need set speed a fi test the mattress out
chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin', roll chief sacks like daddy fat
m top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C. That later on we'd be bonin' Fat cats I'm ready
be at 301 we callin' for some Where they at B-Legit where they at? Let these bitches know theres some real playas back Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
[Melvin] Life on a mattress in a room- in a room full of emptiness [Fat Mike] Knowledge has much better uses than self-pity and superiority [Melvin
twice unpacked the Mac 11 and air max's stuff six figures in my damn air mattress uh, I'm in love with large bills a dime with a fat ass, thin waist and
jacket Semi gangstas with weak tactics Forensic scientists called in to display graphics For square inch to his back winds They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress
her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped 'em one God turned Christian She know magic, soakin' wet pussy on the mattress
the hotel lobbies Probably find me drunk off Bacardi In a swank hotel an aspiring actress Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove; Mattress financial, bank's never closed; Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts; Joey Van Gundy,
baby rat My lady's tat got SPM in faded black People say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain't he fat Just like a janie sack, I'm been gettin' Slim Fast
or the steel toes Dre, you can spot it in the Benzos Squawtin' real low, got me drivin' real slow, she's a real ho And even though her parents spent the fat
a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called, 'Stranded on death row' So duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat
Come and get it, woo! We got some fresh vittles For your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother
