Перевод: BJ Smallz. Blue Eyed Pop.
to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Verse 1 - Ja Rule) Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne
bounce come off the ropes like J. Snooka (*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J
f/ Lil' Jon [Intro] OK, OK, OK This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor Tired of taking pop bottles back
Ha haaaa uh Hmmm mmmm Ya'll gon feel this one... this one fo my ladies, Uh here we go ya'll. Hey little Lady please tell me yo name [J-Boog] Yeah, wassup
the roof, the roof is on fire The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn motherfucker burn Hello my name is Jimmy Pop
Bird, after a Doctor J dunk The courtside drunk said good lord They shooting hoops Yeah Yeah Yeah They playing basketball Lunch from a hot dog stand a pretzel and a pop
Can't stop, Won't stop, Charlie make the booty drop Can't stop, Won't stop, Server make the booty drop Can't stop, Won't stop, J make the booty drop
and Franklin [chorus] [J-Dog:] What, Say what the fuck, Six shooters up, now what the fuck …. point them up. Who’s down to ride, who’s down to ride, Undead pop
find the door He'll help you with the four-four Talkin much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my p.j.'s He's in a turtleneck
(feat. Skepta) Skepta: Is it the champagne dance (No) This is the champagne talk Pop goes the cork the champagne pours Stop hold the thought wait
We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz (Ja Rule) Ja's a muthafuckin problem Any nigga think not, I'ma pop
the Drops All it takes is a cock and a pop Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts They told me J.Prince runnin' the
and slain by bullets wit dead aim I weathered the change Stormed through the streets in the range, can't complain A nigga live to die in the flames Casue i torture J
nigga, stand one, blow one nigga [LW] Bird.. man [B] I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga [LW] Bird.. man, J-
ya Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy Got them bricks
like a prescription I smoke. And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke. I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love. Then after that roll cool "J
