the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off 'Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off
Перевод: Тянуться. Поп Это.
Перевод: Drag-On. Поп Это.
the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off
show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I can
if it ain't Styles, 'Kiss or nobody Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
Oh! Damn, now bop to this Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on) Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on) And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea! [Drag-On
But Dat Was Her Only Child. [Uncle Murda:] But He Never Made Her Proud, Finally She Wanted Da Knucklehead To Get Gunned Down, [Maino:] (Damn) It Is Wat It
to take it slow So when I hit that shit, I watch 'em (get it on the flo') And if you need it hyphy, I'll take it to the Bay 'Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it
You and your crew couldn't hold it down solo Your full of poop, so I'm a scoop the fecies and put it in a pamper Let it drag and any time you call I won
drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta (Repeat 8x) Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now
, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses
gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
on the key Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day Push in the button, let the top ten play Come on honey
inside your pants Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac
tenderly But woe is me Who would have guessed, her family crest I'd suddenly spy tattooed on her thigh And son of a gun It's just like the one on me
: if you want some, nigga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it twisted, muthafucka. Run up on it whenever ya wanna get