's You better have my cheese 'cause I go crazy Nigga, don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'cause I go
get it too if I pull your card [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy
Übersetzung: Trick Daddy. Have My Cheese.
didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time' Take your time to feel my record, and if you did chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it My
done took all I can my granny stays on my ass With regulations and rules without my moms and dads And plus my kids gotta eat thats why my freedom must
my B's got my cheese Fuck nigga you don't play wit G' Cock back aim and squeeze Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees My ole boy didn't raise no snitch
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for
s for cresidentials Now as I look to my riz-ight and to my liz-eft I see my siz-elf starin face to face with hisself Will I live to see my little one
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta
-five percent Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways Cop says okay, my tint smoke gray No way, people leave without handin' me my chips Got plans to get my land and my
Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] I'm 'bout a G short, not bees One of my (???) got caught
Silly bitch is fuckin me Suckin fuck in you Suck and fucked my whole crew So whatsa a nigga 'posed to do See all my dogs is gettin cheese Rollin D'd
my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my
hair in them fitted suits Prada boots and hoes that think they cute But bitch come short with my cheese Hoe you ain't seen in me You bets go get me my cheese
boys from Vallel At every light it's automatic, burn rubber See my folkers in the traffic, whassup ERB Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah
