Naa naa naa There was a man Who grew too big It didn't matter what he did The girls would always run away When everybody laughs at you It can be humiliating
Перевод: Talking Heads. Билл.
dollar bill shorty number was written on Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head
niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas Screaming what, what niggas, y’all a bunch of but niggas Always want figures but never play the cut niggas Talk
got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya ass spread spill
m just doin' my thing, let me be Officer get offa' me [VERSE 2] (Kev Nish) It ain't the way I walk (Nope), the way I talk (Nope) But when it comes
I should've brought a jacket Blowing in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill Thinking Laying
my mac concealer I be out in Queens in da back of 4 whee-whee-whee-whee- whee-whee-wheelers I'm a big bill That's why I get more head than a pigtail
stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head
I'm talkin' to these Yeah, okay Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this
a punk like you Freeze motherfucker Get on your knees,hands behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head
, we major You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater You see me, hi hater Yeah, dolla bills y'all, lotta bills
Bars I Put The Wolves On Ya I Put A Price On Ya Head, The Whole Hood Would Want Ya You Starting To Look Like Bread I Send The Boyz At You I Aint Talking
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing dollar bills on top of dollar bills thats all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will made n-ggas, talking
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder
bad talk going around town Saying that Papa had three outside children And another wife and that ain't right I heard some talk about Papa doing some store front preaching Talking
same Since our lives became Years of bills, babies and chains Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head
for my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin' my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point and I