Hang on, hang on, everything is all right You know who loves you Hang on, hang on, everything is okay No, she wasn't worth it anyway" "Hang on, hang
Перевод: All Star Организации Объединенных. Hang On.
brother There goes another My mother she just sits up and cries: "Hang on, Hang on Everything is all right You know who loves you Hang on, Hang on
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want? [spliff star] Y’all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it All that murder talk, gun
me poured into a size 4 With a floppy Santa hat on the record store floor Want ace product placement listenin station so while I'm on vacation I got my face on
on my arm when I come through bladed all popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit,
While you're shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin' Rollin' in my SUV All my plus three thugs on the way to the club And when I come you got love for me 'Cause
Rolex on my arm when I come through bladed all popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin
, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it We check the barrel and start
s hear it for the monkey, oh On Saturday night they need some excitement Jane gets right and the monkey gets tight And their voices unite in the pale moonlight And it sounds all
to die hard, united on the go Air kissing eligible bachelors and trust fund daddy's boys International playgirls showing off their toys And all these price tag starlets, a galaxy of stars
Kieth, so could you please stop sweatin' me So I can flow and go on, so on and so on To all the jams Cee throw on Reachin' a summit as you learn from
over Bosnia Sniffing so much coke nose is fucked up and bled alot For all ya'll bystandersin baggedy- ass jeans to hide ya banga-bangas Thugged the fuck out hang
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want? [spliff star] Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it All that murder talk, gun
all that jazz And all that jazz I'm gonna * Rouge my knees And roll my * Stockings down And all that jazz And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee
you only sold 10 records nigga now move on, talking about you got ratchets and tools on when you was at the all-star game with no jewels on, I cant believe
ice, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I