Laissez nous faire et laissez nous dire Ce que l'on a sur le coeur Laissez nous le faire en douceur Le dire avec des fleurs C'est un bouquet de
[Verse 1:] This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the coolin' system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks
the bar We pop champagne 'cause we got that dough Let me hear you say aah If you want me, say aah And we don't buy no drinks at the bar We pop champagne
pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who
blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop
night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthaf-ckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-
G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all n***** better act right When we got the tops down you can hear the systems
This one is for the boys with the boomer system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like
blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on a strecher 'cause I'll come in to ICU To see you off to heaven The system out I done
? Why did Kobe have to hit that raw? Why he kiss that whore? Why? All that I been givin' Is this pain that I've been living They got me in the system
age So many renegades We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk From a different solar system
bitch down, lets do it! We aint marchin we aint talkin, we keepin our eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that
man I tell ya'll women playin the game, worthin children to make a livin she don't need a 9 to 5 cuz she work in the system, bitches grind me nasty,
't stop, they wanna see the thugs gone They wanna see the thugs gone It won't stop, thug music plays on I wanna holla, I need to talk to the world The system
shawty These losses I took in the gut yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load My Pop dead but
these losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he
