(phone conversation between mac and a girl) Mac: wassup girl? what's happenin with ya? Girl: nothing Mac: chillin huh? Girl: yeah Mac: well look, you
Переклад: Mac. Проте Callin 'Me.
of Funk) [Phone conversation between Mac and a girl] [Mac:] Wassup girl? What's happenin with ya? [Girl:] Nothing [Mac:] Chillin huh? [Girl:] Yeah [Mac
Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one to me
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro
the navy seats cause i be riding downtown with the navy piece got that f rifle yea the navy heat shit gone of goose told call me cranberry a traded in
earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to
steal shows the cops say thanks Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep Before we start rappin', they got no sleep This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat, give me
saw me I'll put my head down, maybe they'll ignore me No chance "Ice what's goin' on?" I listened to twenty-five songs And after that the brothers still
Forget the beef, allow the big Mac Oh no, no, no, no, no, no I can't take no more of this I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door Asking if you'll still let me
of me Orgy, or are we speakin' methaphorically Historically, I'm kickin' bitches out like pam, nigga Goin' H.A.M. nigga, me and jigga And a nigga still
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me Matter of fact, the east coast fuck took it from me Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit Volume 3 still
Ring the alarm and I'm throwin' elbows Uh, let me loose Ooh, I'm overdue Gimme some room, I'm comin' through Paid my dues, in the mood Me and my girls
still be yellin' Bailin', pullin' into me city Study Ripsta's scripture, sista, receive me, I'm off Hey, weeders 'til the end, maybe double me up and
homies, everyone who couldn't make it here today/ Lift your lighters up and say "RIP" Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me
, man It's still the same, now When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways Down for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine nine And you will find all of me
