Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique
Перевод: Hot Boys. Off Wit Ya Head.
you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head [B.G.] C-A
is criminal shit, I'm so infamous I'm so gangsta, these niggas be nervous When we pop up, ya knees lock up Ya stomach catch butterflies And ya heart
me in the party, they better act like they know YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!) Notice
Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights Say we do it big then you boys is right Spending more dough than you saw in ya life And that's just what ya boy spent
huh) Plus Mr. dead broke (what else) Mr. cant rap Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap And all that frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back
4-4 cocked, In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn, Niggas ain't workin' wit an earn, You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna
boys caught up [Paula DeAnda - Bridge] I know I'm a hot, hot shorty But you gotta slow down You don't know me If you in a hot, hot hurry You gotta go
goin'the wrong way main. [Fiend] Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying? Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show)
was right Had to make sure my boys was tight Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (? ) gonna spook ya Horror type of tactics, you bet the snypaz (? ) knew ya
to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya
you know i'm a grimball whenever the time pause and I find ya'll im taking ya spine off Let's be serious dead serious if you with cops how you letting your 9 off
tell ya what to do Holla At A Playa (x4) Now mami if you wit your man and he got cuffs on your hand When he slipping turn his head Imma tell ya whats
Hot in Here+ Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do The new 645, I'll have the first in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
screamin' from the back [Incomprehensible] timber is when I hit 'em wit the axe Put ya gun away and you might live to see another day Come in head, run
w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up 85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me drive Left off from LaGrange, passin
they telling me slow down but I ain't never gonna stop ha...ok Where the Rosae, Ciroc Mixed wit OJ I'm hot You not but it's ok Ya'll mean shit to no
