[Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)] [M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever
Перевод: BG. Я бы думать.
: [Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)] [M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya
, but I think, you would squeal I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal I'm nine kids deep; see, why
't Waste My Time... [Chorus] [Verse 2:] But Who Are U Really Don't Watch Who I Am Don't Watch Who He Is I Wanna Know Who He Is I Swear Thats The Youth
rock I'm blowin' up your spot by remote Mr. Cut Throat J-Ro: I"m from Cystal-ifornia I warned ya I'd be on ya The Ro is outer national Cold as
down da whole thang My nigga B.G. know Buck been a ?? man Its got to be in ya blood to be a thug If I aint makin enough I ma jack my plug We was born
what caused, I don't know what caused me to be this wayme to be this way I don't know, I don't know by I probably be this way til my dying day I don'
pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love
when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking junior mafia
I say Pig, you say B-I-G, when I say Bad Boy Killa, then you say me... when I say Puffy is a punk, you scream word on my life, I wrote this shit while
I'll be back to get ya Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry Them bullets
smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I`m from New York I ain`t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I
crazier There's something you should know You're on my radar, on my radar With your designer love Sometimes when I watch you sleep I think I made you
how i do when i get on the scene Santa Clause "SC" what i call his name He gimmie too much...I think Santa got craaaazy But anyways thanks for all them gifts I
me twenty pounds heavier On the cellular They wanna see me shot And bellied up I tell you what When I’m switching my whips I bury one Walk around in
