made me go way out My body way out, my body I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare I'm way out, my body way out, my body A'ight B I heard the
Übersetzung: Das Click. Out My Body.
made me go way out my body, way out, my body.. I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare I'm way out, my body, way out, my body [E-40] A'ight
Hakim) I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house Now
in the air While you do that dance, and let me get behind you While you in front of my man, in front of your man Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my
tote my chopper, and my 2-23 Now Cash Money is my home, til I'm dead and gone Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong Imma stand my
slugs And they nasty ass Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash 100 g's, wit ease, nigga please What I do for my years, and what I'ma do for my cheese
let no nigga get me I'ma draw and hit first, I cant let no nigga split me Had my momma upset Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet I'm goin out with a fight, my
my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This my shop, this my Glock
get put out your own house I be hard on these hoes cause a bitch ain't shit Every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick Me and my B.G. we toss bitches
up in my paper chase Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat I tote that K 'for my pockets
rules in the game I break all rims to blame I swang benz with that thang Ready to let my nuts hang Nigga duck or ya' stuck When the choppers releasin Lettin' out
wear nothing' cheap From my head to my feet Twenty on my wrist ten on my cash money piece You can't help but hear my name ringin' on the streets From gettin' my
startin niggas to scrap See my hood straight thugged out You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
pistols in the air Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at When
niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like
Come and march with me, I got Something in my Caddy that your ass gotta see Tech-9, banana clip, glock nine up on my hip In my trunk, I got more, I got
