Übersetzung: Scott, Jack. With Your Love.
pops And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the beaoch your motherfucks I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your
naughty You see us in the mattress probably Wanna be involved cause the entourage I?m indulged in You say you love my dirty drawers your all in Wanna sleep with
company is the nigga that you learn to hate Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar And when your famous but po', you set your accountants
to give you the pleasure you request for When I hit your spine that?s how you measure O Tell your girlfriends you ain't had it like this before Now your
and we comin with my niggas and we rollin with our crew I got the nigga Yungstar from the South was wreckin this bitch comin down with cadillac with big
A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons than with his
' back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He come flyin' out the barrel doin' Mach 9 With his fist comin' straight for your spine Never fuck with
know how much love we got for you. So from here on out let your soul have a peceful journey One love! (Pimp) Now I got love for my homies who done shed
a woman like her, singular parent One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted So fuck it she needed love
fatal Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor Track your pager plus your celly Piss on your
screw and we comin with my niggas and we rollin with our crew I got the nigga Yungstar from the South was wreckin this bitch comin down with cadillac with
your door To come to your rescue this time Is all in your mind Now as you wander through your vagabond stage And you find yourself shovelling shit With
, Bert Suzanka, and all the Ziggen's around the world To Jack the third. To Julia Parker, hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands? Martini with his forty
Car, Bert Suzanka And all the Ziggens' around the world To Jack, the Third, to Julia Parker Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands? Martini with his
The production company is the nigga that you learn to hate Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar And when your famous but po', you set your
race The production company is the nigga that you learn to hate Management is your crimy. your lawyer is your liar And when your famous but po', you set your
it pops And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the beaoch your motherfucks I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your
