Once I got you, I'ma give you my) My, my fo fo fo fo fo My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow Fifty,
low doors and take fo tows See everything is fine I'm in the 64 A 60 trail a 59 I love my car like I love my wife See lowridin aint a sport
Переклад: Краусс, Елісон. Це мій Nigga Для "Реальне.
Переклад: Young Zee. Це мій Nigga Для "Реальне.
is the worst, baby this was my fear Now their opinions are crystal clear. My whole family now is shocked, I'm in the closet and the door is locked. Now my
it's all wrong I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep
Bricks, we be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like) That's my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, you my
just make my turn today? When's it gonna be my turn? When's it gonna be my turn? When's it gonna be my turn? When's it gonna be my turn? When's it
the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the 'F' on dawg And on my throne I remain all alone in my lane I'm as strong as they came, they were gone fo
young Don, the heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my
's go) I know you can get with that, flippin through the city Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in
poppin like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my
fact, I split ya team No blood on the sneaks gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams I'm allergic to doc' prescribed
be around thats fo sho and u know how we do, how i roll and remember aint a damn thang changed CHORUS holla if u need me, u always gon be my boo holla
tied up buttnaked Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this Grit my teeth, bring it like the Persian
take you back to the days of old Six-fo Chevys, big fat go Out throw the West with the Gangstas rollin' South Central L.A. : my home We was out the feeling
of the night 'Cause I'm a dog, I'ma give her what she like She say my name loud, I say her name low That's what I aim fo', that's how the game go Baby
but I'ma need a little mo' Check on my momma, my kids and my little hoe Don't even sweat it, better yet forget it Cause I know fo' sho' somebody gon'
