I don't know what's going down on Godby Road Hit Robby Rob on that hip 'cause he got yay for days He fronted me five first and told me Drama fuck them
Übersetzung: Drama. The Plot.
[Man:] We just I.D. the suspect as Drama [Chorus x2:] Ya'll niggas been booming birds Fuck what you heard man Ya'll niggas been setting up shop Ain'
is where I leave ya Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin Leave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles paper chasin I'm 'bout drama, foolishness
chase to yo' face, ah Chorus 2X [Lil' Wayne] Ah, ah, ah, ha Now as I re-enter this scent and get into you These three dots, I plot and spot, then
the drama, nothin can break us [Bizzy Bone:] Every time that I turn arouuuuund [Flesh-N-Bone:] Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers Come with the drama
my peoples, live illegal Stack dough that equals To large amounts, that's hard to count (yeah) I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken We on the block
it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin
showdown to go down at 1 Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now I'mma show you how real cowboys get down I'm polishin' gold, waiting for this drama to
go down at one Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now I'ma show you how real cowboys get down I'm polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold I got
hear it a lot lyrics to shock, Is it a miracle Or am I just a product of pop fizzin' up? Fa shizzel my wizzel, this is the plot Listen up, You bizzels
about little dick niggas Always talkin' bout what you got Rather be finger-popped Dick probably the size of a bough stuffed with rocks Fuck the cop nigga, go shoot pool, pussy plot
collar for cops Like the, sun in your eye, with the knowledge I drop Or like the, gun on your side, when the drama get hot Chameleon through the streets
hoe killers Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas Oh please feel us - we heat holders Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us The plot thickens, the block
yeah, I missed those years, I dish out tears Strange dreams at night make me wish you was here Tommy you should have watched your back Instead he let them niggas plot
At biding of vast formless things That shift the scenary to and fro, Flapping from out of their Condor wings Invisible Woe! The motley drama-oh, be
are classical [Nas] Velvet bowties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by In car similar to a suanas, in my diamonds And my principal is to study drama
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots,
