a bitch So ladies We just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause some of you'll niggas Is bitches too I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool
, "Who snitched?" [CHORUS] Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain't just talkin' bout you Cause some of you niggas Is bitches
Vertaling: Ice-T. Bitches 2.
Who snitched?" [CHORUS] Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain't just talkin' bout you Cause some of you niggas Is bitches
[Big Sean:] i don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me cause right now it's all, irrelevant i'm so high i won't, remember it and i wish
ass bottles, big ice buckets I work too hard to be balling on a budget Me and my people do it big out in public 'Cause if you don't do it big, you ain't
much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim but the game ain't
day, goddammit, I'm killin' this shit I know damn well y'all feelin' this shit I don't need yo' pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick I ain't gotta power
t touch us dudes Don't push us 'cause we're close to the edge We're tryin' not to lose our heads, ahah hah hah hah Broken glass everywhere If it ain't
diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve
I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule Don't hold
win they want you to lose I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill
with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990 Raw, I showed you ice You ain't
In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches
's on, you better get your shit and be gone I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin' Them niggaz ain't
right now, huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is And about to take it to another level, bitch None of who you goin' get, ain't nobody as cold
like your style ya'll Why ya'll Why don't we let go Hey yo And I ain't try to tell 'em And I ain't try to sell 'em It's YSL teddy I ain't gotta spell
