your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I {*gun noise*} stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
Перевод: Cha Cha. Stick 'Em.
your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I [gun noise] stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
'm sorry it's been so long My name is...(Shady) I never meant to leave you [Verse 1] you see that chick in the gym checking me out? Any second im bout to stick
all, the rap game really making me sick The record industry's your home then I came to prevent Put some nonsense out and I bet cha this one will stick
[Intro:] Yeah! It's Major Pain, baby Knahtalkinbout? Ha, Ha Ight, let me get serious KOOPA! [Chorus: x2] I come through and show em how to do it (WOO
Chorus] I got one bad chick, she by my side About two more wait-in outside Pull out the red carpet walk past the line Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet
say (cheese) I ain’t got a bag but my wrist say freeze Dick em, trick em, I know how to pick em Stick em, ha-ha-ha, stick em (Singing) If you wanna
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked HELL NAW! This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked HELL NAW! This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha
sky, hanging over, your head So what cha gonna do Floyd? I've got to know Got to know what you're going to do, yeah What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do? What cha
the shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise
only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty would you . . . [Chorus - Short Dawg] Pass me the dutch with cha
dry, let's get high, then wash the dishes You get three wishes if you're cute and ambitious Like Tisha and Denisha, boy them chickens was vicious Wicked, how I kick it, I stick
as the Air Max Joggers, But if it wasn't here will she wanna go? You don't wanna ask, But you wanna know, will my baby weather the storm? Stick around
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
no green No no, I'm not that nigga baby I'll be that nigga to blow a pound wit'cha Get down wit'cha, back that brown fo' a round wit'cha I'm the type
