Lyrics:
ta babka z providenta
I nie ma skurwysyna
Biorę swoje nie urodził się taki by mnie powstrzymał
Możesz być ę ą z dyplomacji mieć magistra hasta la
Kiedyś obiecałem sianko se za ten cały pot co ścieka mi z czoła
Katuję peta i browar tylko po to by mieć na Jacka i Johna
To rzeka jak Styks niedługo
wielu mówi
"Patrz, ale teraz gwiazda ze mnie"
Cały czas tu wypływa tylko prawda ze mnie
Wiesz, nie wszedłem tu by zwęszyć forsę,
Bo pamiętam początek,
robimy karierę dla naszej rodziny karierę
Dla tych co odeszli bez winy karierę
Wypijam butelkę Jacka dla brata co życie by dał
I gdyby on był tu taki jak
This shit gets deep certain nights that a nigga can't sleep cause jackas creep doin anything to get something to eat up on the east but I guarantee I
that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I
In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
doubt from Virginia
Where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows
The home of the couch-stuffers pop clutches
Drop-tops on all you
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
on
Oakland, California can't leave me alone
Cause I'm the most rappin, most rhymin
Sold my drop-top, but I'm still high-sidin
I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
corner hot shit
Now we sittin' in the drop-top pretty
Knock, knock, who is he? (Uh-huh)
Bus-a-Bus
I put it down in this, I get busy (excuse me
corner hot shit
Now we sittin' in the drop-top pretty
Knock, knock, who is he? (Uh-huh)
Bus-a-Bus
I put it down in this, I get busy (excuse me
Przechadzka Jacka zastąpiona przez przebieżkę
Dosięgła mnie ta macka znienacka to nie jest śmieszne
Więc się nie śmiej jakbym był Benny Hillem
Czas
Rodzimy się po to by umrzeć
Potem rodziny nas włożą w trumnę czy wsypią w urnę
Kończymy się w sekundę to takie smutne w sumie
Tak to utnę bo
bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My
drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranchin' paint
Enjoyin' the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin' to get that bank
I don't know what
Yow Droptop
Yow, peace of mind is an important thing, dawg
Nah make nobody break that, you zeet? (Fully dunce)
And mi cyan mek dem tell mi how fi
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
Now I gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
that's the way I'm gone die fool
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
right at her say "Ho!"
I'm riding drop-top Caddy, I don't dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
You're
blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
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