your face Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse I take no chance for you to ride, nigga I ride first So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho BG, split or
Some hot on one foot Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped Niggas hop, jock, and flock When I hit they block (Chorus) So ride or die bitch Chop or get chopped ho B.G., split or
Превод: BG. Ride Or Die.
hot on one foot Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped Niggas hop, jock, and flock When I hit they block (Chorus) So ride or die bitch Chop or get chopped ho B.G., split or
dont mean shit, I tell em: Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Okay I'm rocking all gold I feel like a Pharoah from b-b-b Bullets
get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. spoken
on my cannon Blowin' weight, kid Top shelf, you gotta reach high to be the best I'm like Hennessey and coke, XO and nothin' less I'm the nigga, the B I G
It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride
O's And run G for days used to see how I get hoes I'm international, I get my dick licked around the globe I'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's
, kids, kids, kids going to book report me but And I think they want to murder me I'm shining hard, because bitch I'm an emergency B-I, GOOD G, I do it
Feel this shit right here, Scott Storch, nigga Yeah, Khalid I see you nigga, show Big Pun love yeah I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mis-happenin
town Like 'em small, like 'em tall, like 'em black, like 'em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B
over Baghdad, yeah) Ai, ai, ai, ai Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai Ow, ow, ow B I G Ow, ow, ow B O I Drop, drop, drop, drop it Take never brother Bob your head,
damned to hell, if I don't abide And that's why I yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner
like, o boy, o boy, Now most of the greatest done did it, And some of the latest done did it, Rest in peace to the B ? I ? G, Been 13 years and they still
3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's} Wack rapper, short stopper or
from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life forever for us No more riding bikes or
