Hot damn hoe shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up Hot damn hoe shut the fuck up, here we go again Oh, this where you broads gonna piss me What you got against
Übersetzung: Cha Cha. Here We Go Again.
amused Same chickens in sessions around Jagged & Absolute Studio groupies is what I call that Say it, cause that's how y'all act Same chickens on the bra-strap Actin' like we go
ready to pull it Chorus: Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha
that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall) (?) Never been no (?) men How we bucks 'em down on
Hopin that it gets me high. (Makaveli the don, representin the outlaws.) They got a nigga goin crazy. (Bad ass representin the LBC) (What cha wanna do. You know how we
, bitch Didn't think C-Dawg, Big Lee was com'n back Wit dem MTV hits, ain't dat sum shit We done did it again This time we done brought sum friends Wit
single, bitch Didn't think C-Dawg, Big Lee was com'n back Wit dem MTV hits, ain't dat sum shit We done did it again This time we done brought sum friends
a circle three times I touch ya body, while ya touch my body We touching bodies tonight We getting bodied I touch ya body,while ya touch my body We touching bodies tonight We
test us dog And Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall You know we be sinnin' and Krayzie intended on endin' it when it ends Murder come again, again and again
Shady] What's the deal? [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. [Missy] Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll
run from me Kim It's just us, nobody else! You're only making this harder on yourself Ha! Ha! Got'cha! (Ahh!) Ha! Go ahead yell! Here I'll scream with
6 Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again Oh, not me again
gotta go Cause I'm the head hunta [CHORUS] [Mastamind] I'm ready to do away witcha, in a day I'm gonna get'cha Split cha, slit cha Aggrevations of the
don't wanna fuck with me 'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go Unholy's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo
he hit or miss.... HE HIT! What's next?" "We got money, we got cash, we got prizes We got blood, we got guts We got naked dead bitches on the Joker'
I'd jump out n' stab bitches in the balls cuz I remember these kids from tha playground everybody'd hang around, we were all down but then we grew up,
Say it again? Oh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Check this out here Looking at my body I bet you thinkin' bout it Don't cha wanna know how