Перевод: Drag-On. Holla At Your мальчик.
on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, c'mon [Chorus: Drag-On] OHH, WEE, holla at your boy Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy All my ladies, come holla at your boy
a a nigga like me So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine Trying to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green
your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come at night, boy
hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
murals, then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy
the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty four
nigga need some spittin' on here So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out So somebody could cut this motherfucker on He comin'? Cut my shit on
on your hall's walls I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's investigation Out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy Here's a round, boy
to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that
in the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty
then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy
Sig. want Sig. want you bitch niggaz still pumpin you guns Like pump pellets won't puncture your lungs Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag Dance
world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy
-Man] now come on and gurp wit' me getcha boogie on now come on and gurp wit' me little sister now now come on and gurp wit' me bring your momma too and come on
the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest
