Lyrics:
salut C.B. Buddy, hello honkey turkey
Je chu tired de m'ouère promener sur les highway
Ten-four, there teddy bear right-on rolling vagabond
Je chu
spittin', where the fuck ya'll fit in
Those without my name recognition
C.B. - bitch of the commission, still play my position
Oh, won't settle, put
spittin, where the fuck ya'll fit in
Those without my name recognition
C.B. - bitch of the commission, still play my position
Oh, won't settle, put the foot
its so true.
i dont like the c.b.
really i need to be alone.
camera all over so over.
nick:i howl like the stars.
joe:you do like them.
like us oh,
ça, C.B. ou liquide (C-C.B. Ou liquide)
J'suis dead (dead)
(?) Fous ça dans l'bag (fous ça dans l'bag) ouais
Lala, la airline (airline)
J'vais te
teen
the c.b. capt no ven rounder
a fed i load if used to
we've on to 終わらせな
i roll it pin amp wimp
音符鳴らそう
right if used to we ven scene
i said i grabbed
don't want to be here by myself
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh huh)
[Guy]
Aight
[Verse One]
C.B. can get to your head, if you let me
Or give ya he'd, if
late night at the studio.
When I was just C.B.
Nobody knew me.
But you were still the same now.
[Chorus:]
Being without you is like having nothing.
It
And C.B.
I'm the nappy boy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh-wee (hey)
She want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey) (oh, ohhh)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss) (ou, oh)
And C.B.
I'm the nappy boy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh-wee (hey)
She want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey) (oh, ohhh)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss) (ou, oh)
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
what
Price right, be that song, the right type
But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
that song, the right type
But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some
out on a blanket in the sand
Kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland
Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van
We'll give a big ten four to the truckin' man
through your airwaves like a giant C.B.
'Cause this one's for your radios or whether you receive me
Our music is so hot, it feels like the sun in Tahiti
your airwaves like a giant C.B.
'Cause this one's for your radios over, do you receive me?
Our music is so hot, it feels like the sun in Tahiti
We
out on a blanket in the sand
Kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland
Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van
We'll give a big ten four to the truckin' man
that song, the right type
But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some
these streets ain't nuttin but hard times
Tell C.B. I say wassup
Tell everybody I say what's happening
Tell E-Pimp I said shoot me some
Tell them boys
to Paris, Tennessee
I want to show you the riviera
Got new tires and a good C.B.
Put on some lipstick and your mascara
Cause were going all the way
And not my ugly side...
Not my ugly side.
Hook up a C.B. Wave a way
For conversation flow.
I'm shoved in your cage, to wage this rage,
Don't let me
When I talk, talk on the C.B.
Yeah, I scare men
My, my tire knockers rock
The parking lot quite a lot, yeah
Rolled along 40 and roared down 10
American Express
Because a lot of crazy niggas want to spill your flesh
But some crazy jealous muthafuckas never sleep
I'm gettin' C.B. banner
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