wanna move, you know what I'm 'bout to do I push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back Push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back, push 'em back
wanna move you know what im bout to do Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Get Out
Превод: Young Buck. Push Em Обратно.
move you know what im bout to do Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Push'em back Get Out my way
Lord bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up always nigga, always that's why I shoot
city on my back and I won't surrender Let 'em know now that they gon' remember City on my back and I won't surrender Let 'em know now that they gon'
that's a fact I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques Niggaz lookin' for a cat to jack Homey I'm willin' to do two life sentences back to back So please don't push
and Vicious on 'shrooms Call us the Mario brothers Back down, we never back down Never laid out Can't put my back down Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette
12 shots, we know how you do Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like 'True Lies', kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back
pipe or push your weight back Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped From Crook from way back done took the game back Ya shook, remain fact top of
wife left, I don't give a fuck Bitch, that's why I'm paying you 150 bucks To suck me and caniver Let this diabetic dick touch your saliva I take 'em
, ah, muthafucka can't fight the feelin' the way I'ma fuck 'em Have an orgasm but for the orchasm, killed 'em as if a 4-5 buck 'em Talk about a man being
ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black
you? Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon
take it from me, young G, because 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