top, and roll with me It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G. Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets Man it's going down, making ghetto history [E.S
Übersetzung: ESG. Drop Yo Top.
Cause the A.G.S. don't play I'm the Griff, and I speak profound I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound! [Verse 2: Lejuan Love] Yo, check out the
tutor We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that scooter Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G In the back of my Maserati Then I drop you off
me and Nate d-o double g Looking for a couple bitches with some double d's Pop a little champagne and a couple E's Slip it in her bubbuly, we finna finna
one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show
s go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Yo, yo whatcha need from a bad bitch, that bitch (Ladies
and a purse too, Steala of yo chain, turn yo watch to Starburst too, Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears, Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers, Now you?re
the disco Two brothers stepped up to me And said "Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down What set ya claimin'?" E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
See that Benz? Cop that now Drop-that-top-down, they gon' kill us anyway Them cops uptown hit holmes with forty-one rounds Live yo' life, get yo' ice
, On top I make loot, that's word to hey suess I aint gon stop til the locks on the game duke(nope) The Kid from the 80s spitting the rabies Hard body
about him, aiiyo I take you out Either with the nine or the tech's in his mouth And let that dime gettin friendly than the orgie's at eight But y'all
The top three in the game, with these here beats [Consequence] And if you talk about him, aiiyo I take you out Either with the nine or the tech's in
a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's
Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin
catchin' feelin's Street dreams are made of these Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki Everybody's lookin
Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C. I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?) "It
