good, won't you back that azz up? You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up? Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up Ho, who is you playin
Превод: Непълнолетен. Обратно Това Thang Up (редактирана версия).
see victory Ya better roll wit this 'cuz we splittin' 'em Fuck that we winnin' 'em, that's thug mentality T H U G we be That's thug mentality we're
her a smack (what'chu need?) I need a bitch that'll get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (when did she trip out?) She don
don't take my 2 Live away... YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!) Clay D: GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!) GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!) 2 LIVE IS
to the Yang Up in this thang D to da roc My Nigga Kaine Open it cut Pouring it up Rolling it up Holding it up Aint her ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes
Yang up in this thang D to the roc, my nigga Kaine Up in the cut, pouring it up Rolling it up, holding it up Ain't her ass swollen or what? Yes sir,
start, runnin' with yo peers Got swole and been home and now you back out chea And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block You don't know
that lifestyle ain't all that Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack To get ya bread back, playa, I'm up on all that 'Cause
t fuckin? with that shit All my partners out there know what time it is Fire up that dank, you know what I'm sayin?? Y'all be fucked, man Man, that shit
self, I stopped bangin' I really quit But not the people that I got into it wit' back in the day From Pompale to la they got beef wit' me homie up until
bump bump that is all i want to doooo bump bump bump thats my song, thats,thats what i wrote down on a piece of paper. bump bump bump call up puff daddy
that, I'ma (?) My shop here (????) I always.. thug in black And always.. bustin' gats Your girly's.. fuckin' back Now how you... lovin' that Chorus: Juvenile
Monte Carlo's ridin' on 18's It's '98 and I done flipped the script Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit [Juvenile] I ain't gotta lie, nigga
see the couple wall on her hole back , lets try to get with it i froze that , i trippin over a hun that show that , lil mama im real , im staring at
keep me warm Some livin' that thug life so how long will they mourn I still ride, that's why I bounce my way to bank-bed I'm so bad that I'll knock you
catch me in that dro, boy that money green thang Get a fish and shrimp po', boy, and go sit on St. James I'm a playa like my ole boy that's where I get
