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Текстове на песни: The Biggie Sound. Single Thugz.

[chorus*]
All the single thugz
(All the single thugz)
All the single thugz
(All the single thugz)
All the single thugz
(All the single thugz)
All the single thugz
Now put your marijuana smoke up

[verse 1]
Up in the club!
We're wakin', I'm here smokin' a mari' smoke
Don't get involved, just a short case
Why has a row of babys
I don't care if you fell in love with me
Don't mind me
Don't cry for my fault in those good years
You can't get mad at me

[chorus]
Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"
Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"

Oh, oh, oh... (Yeah! The Bronx-style)

Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"
Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"

[verse 2]
I put my lips on her lips, my hands on your hips
You grab more than their Prada Jeans
Acting up, he drank my bottle of Gin
Girl the night is fallen, I'll take you to my mansion!
"I need no permission, did I mention"
No snub! But now you gonna learn
If you lose me, you'll burn

[chorus]
Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it

"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"
Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"

Oh, oh, oh... (Yeah! The Bronx-style)

Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"
Because if you know who I am, would hate me for it
"Don't be mad once you see that he want it"

Oh, oh, oh... (come on!)

[verse 3]
Leavin' the crib, now the yacht around the world
You're the kind of girl
A girl who lies on my bed
She's a baby that makes me and doing my head
We only have 1 destiny, the "Moulin Red"
Makes me think of other things
Not only to win those games
Tell me who's your man
Think good! If you feel a long pain

[chorus*]
All the single thugz
(All the single thugz)
All the single thugz
(All the single thugz)
All the single thugz
(All the single thugz)
All the single thugz
Now put your marijuana smoke up

Oh, oh, oh... (Yeah! The Bronx-style)

[The Biggie Sound talkin']
hahaha
To all the niggaz on the dance floor!
Now put your marijuana smoke up (yea!)