Übersetzung: AG. Shout 'em Out.
[A.G.] Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again ... Check me out yo I push the half-dozen light green, can't front The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front Shorty
y'all Y'all got a lot to worry about Mike Tyson is a Muslim now, I'm out (Yeah, yeah, give it to 'em Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy
a new style) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style) A special shout goes out
'd like to give a shout out to all the DJ's Uptown I wanna let y'all know I ain't forget about you Ron G, S&S, Chill Will, Doo Wop.. rock on, to the break
backwards, make me shout And work that pussy, in and out Movin' their body with plenty of action Bringin' to the men more satisfaction Doin' what they feel to turn us out
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So they all know me The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee I give a shout out to your homies And maybe
: [2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2
fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at (Tupac) Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend (
you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja,
had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks Time to see, who's the
shoutin out)] Wanna lend shouts out to all the St. Claire SCT's St. Claire Thugs Original O.G.'s Gangsters Shouts out to Buck, Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye,
flossing My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em
had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley how she got it I aint never get to ask I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash yeah, but shout out
Duals Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell Snap out
em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe She a brain therapist
Ghostface] Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what Let em
shit - my record label is PERFECT~! (Speedy you're a fool for this one) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Run it back just like I'm a runningback While my diamonds
