Why, why, why, why, why, why Why, why? Cash money, Rich Niggaz, look Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life As I pull up at the club, sorry, that
Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why Cash Money, Rich Niggaz Look [Lil' Wayne] Loud pipes, big rims Nigga, that's my life When I pull up at the club
Vertaling: Juvenile. Rich Niggaz.
I done been around tha world And everywhere be tha same song Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin
a fly cached tested for that see where your heart at that fly shit niggaz want that jerk on ya phone time sweet niggaz get robbed blind robbed for ya
tested for that See where your heart at, that fly shit niggaz want that Jerk on ya phone time, sweet niggaz get robbed blind Robbed for ya watch, robbed
and learned how to Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile
furl Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and i'ma stay rich But it's yo' world Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl Juvenile
Turk: Two of the hottest days of the week They harrassin' and hackin' niggaz in that UPT N.O.P.D. be rollin' so deep They be fuckin' over niggaz Kickin
I wrote this rap But a niggaz in the ghetto want to post the crack Got two niggaz posted watching a bus with macks Just waiting on the police and niggaz
could be touched Young niggaz in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, niggaz
Murder) whasup (Reporter) how are you doing? (C-Murder) alright (Reporter) so C tell me, how was your life as a youngster ruthless, as a child, a juvenile
niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz
niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz
[Master P] Oh yeah As I finally made my journey A lil' bit stress free I look back in the ghetto at all the lil' niggaz That probably never make it out
to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle
