Übersetzung: Nice \u0026amp; Smooth. Mad Love.
Chorus: Greg Nice] You get mad love when your shit is hot You gets no love when yo' shit is not You get mad love when your shit is hot You get no love
leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Wrap the urn up cus she ai'nt concernced cus shes earner My bitch lays it out real nice for me to hurt her
champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk
the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami 'You like it raw? ' A tear drop, fucking you slow I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet If I switch
T-shirt Motherfuckers tried to play the ice Because I rhyme smooth And on T.V. act nice Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm busting
Coz you love me baby, Just the way I wanna be loved, Yeah... It's so nice lyin' here in you arms Your personality has that charm 'Coz you love me baby
and get rough Nigga with .44's won't lie A .45 or higher sport nice Cruise to try to have a kill for your eyes Lose your life It feels so nice Jet for
flex the cut, make it go bumpidy bump in my speaker, my sneakers go sqeaker, damn look at honey over there with the nice smooth features she's on my nuts
my T-shirt Motherfuckers tried to play the ice Because I rhyme smooth And on T.V. act nice Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm
say I'm lucky, the hood say they love me These girls say I'ma put this up, put no one above me See now I'm livin' lovely, my girl gotta buddy But she
Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah You bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah His last, yeah Hoes frown when you pass, yeah They mad, yeah You
strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next to the Town House crackers mad noise 2008 a G, a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk deep
the time Comin' out with sick and twisted rhymes but at the same time I got the hyna's meltin' with the crazy love, slow rappin' I got the vatos mad because
with the funk One love, like the LB say, right, right Music Makes Us High, but you've been given shade 'Cause I stay paid, sippin' lemonade Don't be mad
