up So you don't gotta sweat her Think about it, find a pen and put it in a letter [Chorus 2x] So I'm gonna put it in a letter (ohh) Leave it in your
Übersetzung: Mic Little. Put It In A Letter.
candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a little snack Abraf-ckingcadabra motherf-cker look who's back Just like a pendulum, Satan's pentagram swings I accidentally dented it
me break it down for ya, get a little loud for ya Stop shake make the earth quake [x2] Boom... (I know you hear it) Shake... I make you feel it [x2]
you don't gotta sweat her Think about it, find a pen and put it in a letter [Chorus 2x] So I'm gonna put it in a letter (ohh) Leave it in your locker
give a fuck if I got a fam to feed This a heroin dream, smash up a fiend You can see this pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean Yeah, back for a
know what a fuse is... It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder When you strike a match and light it It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it
: [Dj Drama:] Young Money All Stars on the way! Put the party in the bag now hand it over. [Lil Wayne] Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute See
happening? Who get it cracking like a neck snapping For the rapping, and who them fellas packing yelling Staten From the background, I back down a few
the ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe
get her So you don't gotta sweat her Think about it, find a pen and put it in a letter [Chorus] So I'm gonna put it in a letter (ohh) Leave it in
[DJ Drama] Young Money all stars on the way Put the party in the bag now hand it over [Lil' Wayne] Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute See I ain
A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamp's I think I'll eat some Ambiens like they're candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a little
exhausted You can call me sick, you can even call me nauseous A sea of great whites, you are a dolphin If I was you, I would be a little more cautious
time little holme Kick it D kick it D kick it Pump it D pump it D pump it Swing it D swing it D swing it I swing my beats at the playground ya know
time little home Kick it D, kick it D, kick it Pump it D, pump it D, pump it Swing it D, swing it D, swing it I swing my beats at the playground, ya
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
