some nigga shit, Nigga shit Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit
译文: é - 40. 黑鬼妈.
译文: é - 40. 40 F /点击，麦克10 - 黑鬼妈.
nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B
around that bitch Unless she got them lips wrapped around that dick Other niggas wanna make love, fuck that I bing, bang, pound, beat down that clit Sit with it like E-40
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah, we get crunk Niggas poppin' bottles and these gettin' drunk Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air I'm throwin' up tha E'
nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when I leave the town nigga
yeah I said I had a little cock im a wigga so go figure im just a white boy that wants to be a nigga my closets full of Fubu sipping on the 40's
I'm takin' a sip Pass the 40, back the fuck up, bitch You think I spent 2 dollars just to let you slop in my shit?! And niggas swore I be stiffin', but niggas Shit
deep in the dust (Dust) My niggas creepin' on ah, come up (Come up) Black nigga killa (Killa) Thuggish ruggish nigga Nigga pin it nigga finna desend
duck They put your dick in the dust My niggas creepin on a come up Come up nigga, killa, thuggish ruggish nigga Nigga, finna' descent into the dawn of
fuckers ain't gon' take nothin' from me/ I'm a bet I'm a G these niggas want to be/ Midwest to overseas, my niggas about the cheese/ Niggas please, freeze
the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E 1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow Nigga
thought of The city's under siege nigga dont get caught up Im a 4th ave lake street ridin ass nigga Still a ? superior executioner Da bomb M-i-d-w-e-
all that cold shit, blowin' in ghost shit, go again lake front 92 Grand Prix red with the gold rims number 8 Jordans Here we on Maxwell Street for the Polish shit
so I gotta sneak to creep But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: E-40, Passion
