2x] [Trick Daddy] The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
Перевод: Trick Daddy. Пойдем.
eat. Youngbloodz, Trick Daddy) [intro] ohhh she got me doing what she want to now you sprung and i told you S-P-R-U-N-G now you see [x4 fading
$hville Tennekee holla back [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G.s was O.D.s cause they talk pleas and includin G's like you
through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No
Trick get back (uh), trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back, (u tell her) trick
why the game let him in here Being me (me) Being Pit (Pit) Being It Pitbull and Trick (Trick) Both from the down south Bitch we from the bottom, shit [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5 Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5) Rick Ross! Pitbull! The Bottom! Listenn Nigga! [Trick Daddy:] Till a
a (huh) Ya'll think cuz these jeans fit,that I would give it up Don't let my cute face fool ya I had no daddy around when I was growin up (huh) That's
gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Till I-Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie Yeah Remix, new Three 6 Mafia (Yeah!) Dirty South, it's goin' down!! Trick Daddy,
if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond while you shakin that ass in the shake john john I be sittin in the back rollin big blunt blunts let me know
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a family
bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's
't stop, yeah, and another one And another one, let's go How you want that, tell me, how you want that? How you want that, tell me, how you want that? Daddy
should follow your dream. When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's
dope then you'd ever know E-I-L-O, hello When I'm all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no Draped in
come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a
