Перевод: Style Council. Право на Gomick Talbotdynamic три.
she ain't fuckin for free So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off while all the rest get weak and go soft Your petite style, can get you beat down My heat
stomach bubbilin Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin Chorus: Movin...yeah! yes movin... At the speed of life Verse Two: And plus I feel that no style
don’t do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I’m used to livin big dog style and straight coastin [xzibit] Yo I
Central LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three
nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three
and 'Em rollin' Boooo... And all marvelous them rolling Women just holding big booty rollin' Soon I'll be on Eminem throwing "D!" Hittin on less than "Three!" Block wheel style
crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style
One hand loves the other So much and me Born stubborn me Will always be Before you count One two three I will have grown my own private branch Of this
floor ya fuck! Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma Three young Italians, suited down personal style
three times: We are the l. (what!) We are the o. (what!) We are the n. (what!) We are the s. (what!) Chorus repeated three times
your man was living like that Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you There's only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE
wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin’ quan-quan Doggie style chicks
to be an artist While they repaint the composition I need recognition Recognize ain't no competition [Chorus:] They said we wouldn't make it But now they copying the style
Dev) Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink - we do it right getting slizzard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, in my ride like Three 6 Now
We got one last chance, one more time to make this happen We got one time, time to get this right Two times and you know it's not my style three's company
Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh [50 Cent] (Tony Yayo) You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up) You didn't like the style a clothes