Yes you're on the top now, baby But don't nothing stay the same Hey you're on the top now, baby But don't nothing stay the same Every now and then, baby
Yes you're on the top now, baby, but don't nothing stay the same Hey you're on the top now, baby, but don't nothing stay the same Every now and then
Vertaling: BB King. Is jy op Top (Blues In 'g').
Vertaling: BB King. Blues In G.
to Houston A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G
, their breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G
B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G.
me Mike G, is it me? Nah, it's just society Filled with propagander, huh, why do we meander, huh? In a zone with hate for peace, all of this B.S must
shake the game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We up in Harlem on some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna send these young kings home like
like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto entertainment then. An that G-Maab Entertainment
Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B,
day and time That's what this is and shit ain't no shame in mine [Interlude: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing] [Bun B] Back on that bullshit so
got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B]
yo Tuck, time to show these boys how we keep it trill Down South know I'm saying, well let em know [Big Tuck] G'eah, this is the Texas take over The G
