crackin' I'm nasty What's up? Miss Jackson Got some hot candles And a real cold mattress Your body is killin', I'm saying whats up (What's up?) We
Übersetzung: Weiter. Ich bin Tryin 'To What.
what grown ups do. Stop the actin Feel the attraction. What's happnin Let's get this crackin. I'm nasty What's up Miss Jackson. Got some hot candles
day, and I'm already on chrome I'm tryin' to imagin' her face, and how long that it's gonna be when I hit the porch and put my soulja Ree's through her
talk stupid playa hatin' Im a mute ya I'm gonna struggle till I make it sustle till I make it I know I'm gonna make it because I'm Tru to the game No
t be faded I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut
forgotten but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga bout getting my figga's bigger nigga and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga I'm
grease and I'ma shove nine in ya behind I ain't likes a kind, and I ain't tryin Don't mind dyin And when I do I'm dyin slangin that iron I like 'em sexy
who die next Man, I'm out the Melph ? What am I supposed to do? Stand alone, gotta watch these niggas close to you I'm rappin', now I'm makin' money ?
cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I?m creflo dollar I?ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I?m confused; I like Megan
talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up) Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i
ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub
second\") \"ok\" I promise I'll bring it home, let's invest in the text (c *mon) I'm about to hit you with the hook I be addressing it next. Let's be
fo' dough And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm
t know as soon as I get free I'm killin five mo' They asked me if I changed much I told em 'Yeah' even though I'm still the same nut They started askin
my niggaz livin lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my
cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more? Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin in
goin' insane But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game Whatz next I'm goin' crazy Tell me tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Whatz next
