Übersetzung: Drag-On. Holla At Your Boy.
on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, c'mon [Chorus: Drag-On] OHH, WEE, holla at your boy Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy All my ladies, come holla at your boy
the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference between
the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty four
then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy
live on" When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone Nevertheless I try my best to be strong Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home When we stood on
your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come at night, boy
hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
murals, then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy
nigga need some spittin' on here So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out So somebody could cut this motherfucker on He comin'? Cut my shit on
on your hall's walls I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's investigation Out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy Here's a round, boy
to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that
in the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirrrt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Diggin up ya grass Drag racin four fifty
Sig. want Sig. want you bitch niggaz still pumpin you guns Like pump pellets won't puncture your lungs Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag Dance
world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy