Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers] These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't understand
spit this game for ya fool These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't understand
Übersetzung: BG. Niggas nicht verstehen.
: (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
wait for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya skirt for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya shirt for it Don't do nothing you'll end up getting
feat. Magnolia Chop] [Talking: B.G.] I apologize to the streets, my bad (my bad) For taking so long You know I don't do it like that Real niggas understand
this street life up Beef I don't discuss A nigga outta line gone get his motherfuckin head bust Cash Money Millionaires plus Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't
they muthafuckin' split cha (3x) Second Verse: [B.G.] Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found
bitch ain't shit Every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick Me and my B.G. we toss bitches You don't believe me, ask Danielle and T.C., we ain't savin
: [Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)] [M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya
Baby-n-'Lac*2x] [Baby-Game Spittin'] Believe 'Dat homie, (look)nigga don't come through this cut nigga If you ain't frontin' or stuntin', don't come
than twenty it don't look right on me I stay flossed out all through the week My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G. I be dealin with your girl
while niggaz be looking for the rapture I don't understand cause niggaz gots to capture Your own, now keep your eyes on the prize Cause Clinton is peril, nigga
understand a nigga shit u niggas don't know me ya'll know that nigga on the rap songs ya'll know that nigga in the movies you don't know this nigga
you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs