calling out, calling out your name And I'm calling out, calling out your name And I'm calling out, calling out your name Calling out your name, calling out
Vertaling: Spyker, Jimmy. Roep U Naam.
man, just pass your grits down man (You needs to eat Gerber man) Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail
call your name Ain't that a fucking shame I'm too high for that I'm great like the Dane Mane on main If you decide to put your hands On my fucking light
your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your blueprints On the death row booklet, we found your two prints Your thumb and your
But yo bitch's bloody rag Now I can count the holes in yo motherfucking chest [Gunshots] It's out, out, out Jimmy bones It's out, out, out Jimmy Bones
copper top My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em flop Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be clear Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out
sock you up Bitch, fix your mouth and get your head right Oh, get your muthafuckin' ass out, my muthafuckin' house tonight Just like a bitch quick to call
that your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your Blueprints On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints Your
, just pass your grits down man (You needs to eat Gerber man) [Kid Crumbs] Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail
with nothin but yo bitch's bloody rags Now I can count the holes in yo motherfucking chest [* Gunshots *] It's out, out, out Jimmy bones It's out, out, out Jimmy
just pass your grits down man (You needs to eat Gerber man) [Kid Crumbs] Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail
man, just pass your grits down man (You needs to eat Gerber man) [Kid Crumbs] Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail
