Übersetzung: Young, Paul. Ball And Chain.
your breaks and drive slow homey [Paul Wall:] What It do I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin' The candy gloss is immaculate and is simply
it the "kettle white", its hot, just the block , call it the "ghetto wife", Paul McCane its my ball and chain, mi amor. Hopefully I won't fall and hang
and the man in the mirror is wasting away no songs to sing, no games to play just a big old hole in my heart my heroes are falling apart now michael and paul they are chained
And I played another beat, and I played another beat. And I remember that GuccI bucket, he took it and like put it over his face and made one of them
south and any hater runnin up finna get left in the south we keep a trunk full-of-bang that get ya deaf in the south and I be fuckin with J Prince and
and South [Chorus: Lil Keke] I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and
niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup) And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb) And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped) And
rims I got the baller genetics baby this evidence You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil
whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young
a big mack Suckin on my nuts and Shit rubbin on my six pack My finger in ha but and shit How she bustin nuts and shit Long dick fold ha up She feel it
