Превод: Граду. Преко и урађено.
one It's over and done A couple of years Are gone overnight I noticed a difference It didn't seem right The way that you laughed The smell of your skin And then I showed up and
left And I'm a make use of every single one Untill every singles done and till every record is sold And till every string is strung They tell me to take a breather and
-said is done-done in my bed The Juvenile Committee's on my side And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural high And I'm feeling strong Yo, take this mic and
lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's
the grass done got greener on the other side of the fence So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced Fast-paced city life, but country livin's
doing, don't trip Or go and buy gats y'all and come up on a grip So like anybody else I went and bought a gun Pulling burgs at night and now I'm counting
bout lyrics all they wanna hear is a beat and thats it long as they can go to the club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the
a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood and patted down Searchin my person for weapons and drug
So you can look at the city, while I'm diggin' ya kitty Then we drive into the sunset, pull over Get up on the hood ma, I ain't done yet, uh On the
enter. I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender. Kixin' it, You up tight but i'm in a loose mood. Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and
hood slippin', flatline time bitch, Optimals and fried pita and shit, Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas, And
this Land And the people that be thuggin' it often Cleveland style Look, me and my niggas, we strangle and theivin', now Leavin' out, prayin' for the Northcoast My city
Club got dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pinups from when we clicked up and
is [Drake] Ughh Look I'm the property of October I ain't drive here I got chauffeured Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over I
hard And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same cars Sittin' there wishin' their problems became ours 'Cause we have nothin' in common Since I done became star I done
ve had enough of the What chu coulda, what you woulda What you shoulda done Was to avoid the unbeatable dodge the undefeatable two We've Had enough And
