Fab Life by Shorty Mack Lyrics Fab Life by Shorty Mack Lyrics Fab Life by Shorty Mack Lyrics
Übersetzung: Ray J. Unglaublich Feat. Shorty Mack.
Übersetzung: Ray J. JF / Shorty Mack - Out Of Tha Ghetto.
(feat. Ray J) [Chorus] I'm in the end zone, she's in the pin zone We switching lanes and we racing through the canyons From the condo to the mansion
m a hot boy, you know what I expect A hot girl with good sex and good neck I'm a g, I'm a player, I'm a pimp, I'm a mack I wanna see you work that back
: [Intro/Chorus: 2Pac] Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorties gonna be's
homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties
cap pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed [50 Cent Verse] I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a movie Come in here with me shorty
right about... Yea right there, right there Uh huh Oooo... Yeah Come on Check It Why You calling me a playa Why you call me little shorty mack
a lot of, fun And I say... Shorty, shorty She growing her hair She working them jeans She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it She keep it on and, poppin' Shorty
try to resist, what for Get in girl, dont front shorty you're Fightin' an unwinnable war, it's useless, like tits on a bull, little tits on a whore Got a mack
huh? You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh? Ya'll finished, Can I Live? Huh, Can I Live? Yo, yo, yo I blacks out, I pulls da mack out Scream what's that
them bitches though digits though) Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat (All black gat with the mack out) I take shorty to the rest blow her back
I live, huh Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo [Jay-Z] Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream "Whats that about,"
JR Writer] This that get 'em sound This that get it down This that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around [J.R Writer] The sporty is foreign, shorty'
Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggaz, wishin' you was niggaz Poppin' like we drug dealers, sippin' Cris-sy, bubb' mackin' (macker
rich thug Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack
it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, mack