I need some space to unwind Not enough Carrots to many sticks But i'm prepared to take the risks I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down
Übersetzung: GBH. Falling Down.
grind I need some space to unwind Not enough Carrots to many sticks But i'm prepared to take the risks I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down
ya Stay low My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho I gets low down and dirty for my cheese Ya know B.G. roll with 'bout it H.Bs. We strapped
em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds Its a must we stay
cause your wives be our groupies Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
house, (we turnin' this thing out) Wanna see the thugs gone (see the thugs gone) And wanna see the thugs gone (while my T-H-U-G music plays on, plays
that they can't do right Lay hands on a fellow like a man and move lights Woop, woop Do it twice You're boy the B - I - G I'm nicer than mc in your top
B-roll Takin' G-strokes through the ghee-to When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a neccesary evil Hola Hovito', cooler than zero B-low fresh one blade, no chemo
you mess wit' Hud and there you have it [Repeat 1] And truthfully a nigga can't do nuthin' to me On the real you know my nigga B.I.G. used to school
like the Lisa Mona Wanna be must wanted become a goner if he do rebel Kiss the only son of bill c-h-i double L, cant you tell Minnie Mae raised me well , I-B
see me getting hard She told me take this cap of G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't no need
good girl, so she won't have none of that. She takes another sip, but she has no clue, of the spike from the G to tha H to the B. She wakes up in the
way on the other side I hit B.G. on the celly And told him that the bitch was all good and you have it not to telly [B.G.] Bitch hold on do I know she
bitches (say what) I get bitches (say who) I get bitches (say huh) I get bitches You got (oh) You got (oh) You got (oh) You got [Verse 2:] H is for my H
look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin' more than a fling And I'm up on the game That you own G screen Damn it'
to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down You know
