Превод: Ц Бо. Вожња До 'умремо.
cross and dwelling lavishly Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma We gon' ride til we
stay passive Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving Ya'll niggaz ain't think about rapping, til
knot And chop up yo block Lock all doors and keep windows closed Cause we done rolled before So stay on the floor We ride deep in the all black camaro Sittin on mo's And we
fifth floor snortin Cant forget Kool Chip Hays and Bo Spud Black Jay E Flam Mayo Wallace Snake Hi-C Starby Gram Wiz Crazy Barry and his brother Robby A year later we
up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon) Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon)
passive Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving Ya'll niggaz ain't think about rapping, til
(feat. Ashanti) [Ashanti] Ha ha ha [Caddillac Tah] Uh, uh, Uh, uh (Yeah) Uh, uh, Uh, uh (Yeah, c'mon, Caddillac Tah) Uh, uh, Uh, uh Uh, uh, Uh, uh [
of no love Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs til they fuckin grave, mass murder motherfuckers to the front page When we hit, we empty clips til we
G's My Bgz got to trippin when the homey got soaked when they heard about the shootout that *?I so?* called for Bo-Loc As I ride, ride til I die Best
what's coming Til them got them rubbing off the rooster Chick from C.I., to Brighten Beach, yea, we Russian sick What? Yeah, we Russian sick, uh, yeah
runnin up in these stank routes, and my bank fat like Oprah Gank sacks to smoke off, we all high If the funk jump, we Loc up cause, we all ride You know
We got them Pay Style Flows My little brother got them Pay Style Flows Maniac got them Pay Style Flows My cousin Ace got them Pay Style Flows C-Bo got
