true terminators 6 deep is how us G's ride Candy paint, gold Daytons hittin' switches from side to side 6 deep is how us G's ride Candy paint, gold
ترجمه: استاد فسفر. چگونه G را سوار.
Master P) : 6 deep is how us G's ride, Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side 6 deep is how us G's ride, Candy paint gold daytons
talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss [yeah] Ia??m the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus] Pronto, you known' how we ball
your shoulder if you's a high roller Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks Let's see how your vest
.I.P. Lil' Fred, put cha name on the wall, yeah [Chorus] [Breakdown] She's so fly, She's so fine and you know I'm gonna make her mine [Girl] He's so
how you rock wit' it Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it And don't worry 'bout a damn thang It feels good to ya Let me see how you rock wit' it Do your
Unh, hehe, Master P and Treach, nigga It's all family, baby, get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers and when we posse up These niggaz gon'
Lil' D)] Gs Up Cookie Monster J.R. (G.U. Double T.A.) (Gutta in the building homeboy) [Hook x2: Romeo (Lil' D)] Sit n low 24s yes, Suicide do's yea Down
keep a vest with me,And iA'mma ride A'til i rest in peace (Yukmouth) Makaveli rest in peace,All these wannabeA's like Master p all these niggaz screaminA
mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!" Now P be dat
partner's three deep in a six-four Chorus: repeat 2X G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's how we late night creep [Master P] Well it's the
fuckin' case Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape I'm out on 50 g's and that's real And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled [
that's why they fucked up and out of luck (Chorus) [Master P] Seee, soldiers is some niggas you don't wanna try run up on the tank, and get touched, then we ride
way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain't trying to question God, but why so young That's why
Hoody-hoo C-Murder, wassup nigga? You know how we doin No Limit D-P-G-C For the R-2-G Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga What? what? hahahaha,
wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees I'm a ho, Playaz Club, Ice Cube, Master P And since
I.G., I did it big Way before Hova, LL was a casanova Way before Nas, I had my first menage Way before T.I., I taught him how to be fly Way before Nelly
