, this friend today, right me up (Right me up) And oh, this friend today, right me up And oh, this friend today, right me up (Right me up) And oh, this friend today, right me up
Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny gonna go where the rabble go He gonna roll down the world And he bring me up
Перевод: Государственное радио. Право Me Up.
today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny gonna go where the rabble go He gonna roll down the world And he bring me up
hustla When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up But he better have a six pack, in the cooler Getting money, divas getting money If you aint getting money then you aint got nothing for me Tell me somethin (tell me somthin) Where yo boss at? (where yo boss at?) Where my ladies up
bounce) y'all Check me out y'all, feel me out y'all Check me out y'all, feel me out y'all Feel me out y'all (hear me bounce y'all) Check me out y'
(what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me
around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggaz givin up the
me walk it out, Walk it out, walk it out. Walk this right up out the house. Walk it out watch me walk it out walk it out walk this right up out the house
's a party in the cia! i've done a couple of crazy things that have almost got me dismissed, like terminate some head of state who wasn't even on my
't be bucking on my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me so label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie", murda
of a, of a hustla When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up Bet he better have a six pack in the cooler Getting money, divas getting money If you ain't getting money then you ain't got nothing for me Tell me somethin' where your boss at? Where my ladies up
wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 Ah yo Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 And if you say fuck me I'ma say fuck you Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 Call me Will, enemy I state When
me on Till I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? Shut up! Give me your hands and feet I said, "Shut up", when I'm talkin' to you You hear me
brought up in rap And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that But when they say one of the best I'm nowhere thought up as that, not even the
sign me Almost gave up, I was like 'Fuck it' Until I met Dre, the only one who looked past Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass Helped
to wrap his dick up" Toast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up, We fly past they look up They don't last we give up They don't blast we clip up then
, when it slides up and down the scale You would think my beats are graduate from Harvard or Yale Strappin' other beats five on his way to the top Havin' radio stations tune 'em up