Перевод: Кодекс Секс. World Is Ghetto.
[Chorus 2X: Pimp C sample] I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore
i cant wait (yeaaaa) It's my birthday i got big cake (that's right) Rubrix cube u kno we keep dem white squares (heeey) Catch me in the e a mill looken
part time grindin and shinin and shit This ya boy Yo Gotti yea Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker Real hustler's don't need no sleep [Chorus: x3] I
celebrating you ladys on tables dance on M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax
tables dance on M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show no how
taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E
toes It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne It's lil boo mayne, hold
playa haters hoes come jock and I'm over Spittin like I'm clean and sober Indo got me feeling good hoes want cola It's like that man it's just like this
vodka Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S. But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X My begets
can log on anywhere, Your girl can take you there. World Wide Woman, WWW You know I'm the type of girl. (Verse 1) International, no specific area code Whether it's
the phone, shh, shut up! [E] E.J., get your mom [B] Aight, hook it up [E] Shup? This is E, put on yo' shit kickers [E] and hop on the bus, we need MEDICARE
problems with us? I guess not Broadcastin live from a Pyrex pot The steeets know that we nice, try your best shot Speech coded in ice, dialect's hot
the bottle, bitch math is how My technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat Rock nave's though, hundred
's Secret photo shoots with Tyra Banks and I'm not lyin', my advice is stop tryin' I bust big shit that'll never stop firin' catch me at the bar whether it's
E's and spit real The clip's filled with the wraith that Cain saw Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw That's why the brain's raw, that's why
broke the fucking rules) its a code we live by there's no turning back now (welcome to this fucking piece of shit) [Chorus][2X] Who can you trust to
shit I'm on, yeah Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin' Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came back rollin
