: [B.G.] UPT baby, this how we do around my way Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle But you cant knock the hustle, feel this Nigga, I be
[B.G.] UPT baby, this how we do around my way Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle But you cant knock the hustle, feel this Nigga, I be comin
Übersetzung: BG. Round My Way.
round the same way they moved a lot of weight but I aint gone tell it all *shhh* I?m a cut this boy short cuz my moms was involved (B.G. Talking) [
me get behind you While you in front of my man, in front of your man Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand We spending a grand on Bubbly, round for round
is hard to come by, believe it [B.G.] Girl I can't believe you, how you gon Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you The way I break my back, good
B.G.]) [Turk] God damn!!! ([B.G.] They hollerin') What's that smell? [B.G.] That's that nigga who will never get well [Turk] God damn!!! What's that smell? [B.G
Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga Had
off with my chopper Knock a head off with my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] If you don't know, I'm the B.G., all about beefin' Catch
duct tape ya and rope ya Stay low My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho I gets low down and dirty for my cheese Ya know B.G. roll with '
feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz Know my dog a do
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 Its a must we
field Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real My mama cryin' cuz she think
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 my nigga
and make yo shit come through playa [B.G.] I gots to get mine I'm out for me Nobody worryin' bout dis little B.G. I'm gonna get my hustle on I'm in
fourteen Choppin iron at fourteen' Nigga that tells my only way (B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen) A lil' bity something Whuckin, representin' partners Ain't to good in my neighborhood Uptowns my
