Hanging with my friends every Saturday night. Throwing stuff at bums, a few looking to fight. I love my friends, sing it with me till the end. Oh
Vertaling: Jones, Casey. Cgi 2k3.
the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon' respect what I do I don't like nothin
than the icing on the cake And if I say I'll drink your bath water, huh You know I'm drinking up your bath water Chorus x2 [Verse 2] You wanna talk
stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay
With 2 bricks and a chrome 9 To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin' Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin' Don't make me proceed I'll hit
a fuck, NIGGA! Yo, Marquis, kick that shit!) Verse 2: Brother Marquis Fuck relationships; motherfuck love (Ha ha!) F-U-C-K-I-N-G, (Yeah!) I'm fuckin
cleanery on chrome eighteens rollin the greenery. *(Chorus)* 1x Verse 3 *(Numskull)* I hate you and you hate me to slang I-C-E but I see me
2 (Mike G.): Mike G the honey hunter not at all the honey sweater Chillin' on the corner when I have ? Sweet, sweet ? only angels look betta But I ain't that jet so I
. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, i did it for the troop. And its the young
getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma waste
and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit? (Chorus x2) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket it
I put my niggaz on it [chorus: 50 Cent] Listen nigga I came to do what I do Talk of my sound, nigga down Listen nigga I came to do what I do Talk of
she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream Ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes the ice cream, I'm the cream man [3
in heaven Hope I don't violate Father and the reverend I hope I don't violate Nino, where my nina Hope I don't violate Primo, where my primas Hope I
R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon' respect what I do I don't like nothin' about you
could be my fuckin' death blow Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo' Before I can let the
-he) Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit [Verse 3] Niggas better stop talking about me, I ain't did shit I
