t had no problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and shit [Project pat] man, you got me mess up! [La Chat] FUCK YOU! [chorus] (Project Pat) I don't need
译文: 项目八. 我不需要你.
t had no problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and shit [Project pat] man, you got me mess up! [La Chat] FUCK YOU! [chorus: Project Pat] I don't need
something wrong, strong arm If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John You get slapped like Dee Barnes (Doctor), not Dre And eating - but, I'm after the
From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga. {*repeat 4X*} [Project Pat] If ya ain't from my hood you
yo ass need some tic tacs What? you need some gum Breath like some thunder What you lookin at I don't want yo phone number (Boy please whateva) Bawk
I'm fucking everything until I'm peeping it Why you trying to do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't want to come behind me
that why I wear a big hat and roll weed gone if you don't know where you came or when you came all you know is weed and cocaine non believers no game
I defying? I was lyin' He was a real good man he worked and all I wanted a hustler so I could hurt the mall I could've made love but I wanted to be fucked
Course It Wasn't Your Fault, I Could Feel You In The Air, I Hear You Saying 'Mommy Don't Cry Can't You See I'm Right Here?' I gotta Let You Know What
ass need some Tic-Tacs (Project Pat) What? You need some gum, breathe like some thunder What you lookin at? I don't want yo phone number (boy please
I ain't trippin' 'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin' Well, if it ain't cash then I don't want it I'm a million dollar striver, I get
La Chat) ...Don't be hatin' and shit 'Cause we gettin' paid and shit Ain't no need be lyin' till I die I'm gon' be lovin' this... (Gangsta Boo) ...The
solve'em I heard you niggas they out to rob man I can't let'em get me bro I can't let'em get me No I gotta stand ten toes I gotta keep a strap on me I
you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave
click And I'ma serve ya I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t Oh, you gon' give me mine Chorus...till fade
down you niggah's, you bitches You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies. [Chorus] (Juicy J) This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't
what I'm pockin' robbers are watchin' Nine milaluga man that's what I'm pockin' Flames I diminish I falls to the finish This ain't Popeye so I don't need
