and stackin chips Pow [Chorus: Mr. Lil One] We can make you dance If you want us to [And you know this] We can take yo bitch If you want that to [Dumb
Übersetzung: Mr. Shadow. Take Yo Bitch.
and stackin chips Pow [Chorus: Mr. Lil One] We can make you dance If you want us to (And you know this) We can take yo bitch If you want that to (Dumb
ya neck, to see who's in it What is my intent? Trying to live, without the nonsense You dying to give [Tiye Phoenix] Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number
by Blue Raspberry) *bees buzzing* *man screaming in torture* This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Serious, the craziest ... d-da, (Mr. Sandman
Rudolf] Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'm a spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh
Woodie] Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird This your boy Woodie homie Still down here struggling dog Be there in a minute It's me, Lil' Los, Shadow, Lou
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'
yo mama But yo daddy be playa hatin so I don't call her I'ma go see my ninja level flow Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin atcha dome Mr. Bones
protection The hoods like the Wild West I reckon Hold up a second, lost my breathe and Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' Mr. Method runnin'
more to me that you niggas couldn't even vision Give you a run for ya money Bitch I take yo shit And run ya puss ass home like a bitch See aint no
glocks and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (Loco) My pistol smoke yo' shit (Smoke) Let's go for dolo, biatch and watch me flow yo' shit Mr
)] Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I?ma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So
face Kevin Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo
a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearing a vest 511 for being dirty, quarts of 9-30 yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch
Klux legend I got a headache from the stress success not wearing a vest Five eleven for being dirty and quarts of nine thirty Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch
weight Ain?t no room for no mistakes All it takes is one fool get insane and bring in drama Yo Dyablo, throw these fools to the piranhas {Chorus} [Mr. Shadow] Bitch
el mas chingon chavalas will try to take my spot turn around motha fucka before you get shot you donA?t know me the shadow de tu muerte is quien yo soy
