Übersetzung: Cake Like. Herr Fireman.
got it for the right price Cause I hustle, watch my hustle} [Young Jeezy:] Let? s give em 17 a piece so don? t get me started of dis muhfuckin cake gon
Turk In the Lex we gettin blunted Fuckin hoes and countin money Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake
nine stayin wit me Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars With shit bags attached to they drawers Take this time to pause For the not so lucky Weak like
I gotta chopper named Frank and it hate niggas Stank niggas it gets the J-O-B done You better run cause when bust it's just like fun Treat bitch niggas like
when I'm after you Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9 Movin up like you got it on yo mind Flexin
Ernie shit Furnish the flow until my pockets green, Kermit's dick The Ms. Piggy's with a string in they ass I control like 'em like your eyes when I'm
A WANGSTA BITCH I try to create an image that is fake Like goin to the library and eatin cake I don't like that shit man, it's just not me Cuz what I really like
lookin' like a million And you're getting the attention Play 'em up Turn 'em on Boy they're really gonna work tonight Hey he's sittin' in the corner Like
got cha wake up call, how to cake up more or straight to the jacob store, you aint gotta be fake no more. I can show you how to switch chains up, like
bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah!) I get paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!) Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!) I cake
that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like
your shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit [Outro] This is 50 Yeah nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like
a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg
You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up) You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh) You didn't like the little things I do Just tryin
rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro) Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know