girl, don't ya Baby, what it do? Is it crazy for me to think That we could be a future thing? It's a trip what you do to me Baby, what it do? I gotta
what it do [Verse 2:] Is it crazy for me to say That we could be a future thing It's a trip what you do to me Baby What it do I gotta put somethin on
Μετάφραση: Β5. Αυτό που το κάνει.
'm on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas Do
niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got
I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out --
do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do
gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop Pop pulled up in the CL5 his
your guts and glory I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore And you keep talkin' over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?") Go find somethin' to do
you cant f**k with me i do this for my niggas on the grind and never be another me what you out your mind i get it poppin when its money on the line
s switched 'Cause we don't know anymore, what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap Is it a finger snap? Rr the same 808 clap And how do we adapt and
got it, I got it(Ha) It's been a long time comin' I'm back like I forgot something important Can't have a problem with me I fade it to black like church
you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make mad excuses when they know what it is
it? Whether I sing it or spit it, I deliver, Restin comfortably on 8 figures, Get the picture, You do not pick a street fight with Floyd Mayweather, You don't do it
fye, then you a five star b*tch x4 i want a five star b**ch, i need a five star b**ch x2, i want a five star b**ch. (verse 2) If ya baby daddy left
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
a bike Rubber c*** on my b*** so I'm h*** as a kite Red monkeys wit' a crist, twelve hundred to pop And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch