some bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck
hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck
Übersetzung: BG. Fuck Big Boy.
: (Ziggler the Wiggler talking with B.G.) [Verse 1: B.G.] I been on the road movin coke and slangin raps traveling putting Chopper City on the map I
: (B.G. Talking) What's Happenin Mayne? This Lil' B.G Your #1 Hot Boy and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me You know what I'm saying and we bout
dick Got me wanna fuck, dick hard and shit It's on you if you bout a bitch Fuck all that nasty shit, get nasty bitch [Chorus] [B.G.] I'm a hot boy,
who came to fuck up the party When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry, This is another part of that fuckin' true story [4th Verse-B.G.] Partners
them Hot Boy$ nigga They they play tha game raw nigga What what Huh huh What Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga Hot Boy
dude Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds
Baby Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts But me personally playboy I don't give a fuck And
control Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top of the line rides flying up and down the street Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys
t fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
killed mo' niggas than cancer Lil B.G. won't ya take this timeout to answer [B.G.] Nigga, A [Mannie] Are you faster than a gun? [B.G.] Nigga, B [Mannie
Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B
: [B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
but bout nice things off top Don't fuck wit' what I worked hard for cause i'll hit yo' block I ride in big bodies I sleep in big beds Always wear boks
You can't beat the B.G. I went the race of races Solga box I lace it Yo' spots in the world i takes it Bulldog barrel I shakes it Cashmoney boy paper
