paper straight Roll up highways sideways out the gates Luxury livin' baddest women and I'm straight Back up with the flames BITCH I'm Paper Made [C-Bo
Traduzione: C Bo. Carta fatta.
Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" [C-Bo:] So listen up for the cock [gun cocked] [Dr. Dre] "187 don't stop" [Snoop Dogg] "Cuz it's 187" [gun cocked] [C-Bo:]
[Ali] C'mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) Hey, uh, it's Lee I'm amazin', original Asian Lime blazin'
Voice Speaking:] Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all Looked up and see my nigga Big C-Bo [Verse 5: C-Bo] Check I was born to this life
young hustler all about my doe Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo' [Hook x2] "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
(feat. MAC, T-Bo & XL) Chorus 2X: XL I'm Know they see me coming I'm A baller Just cuz I got money they wanna lock me up tonight [Verse One: C-Murder
breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are
a chick, might have to kill a bitch. Maybe they gon' knock me up for dope ass lyrics that I spit, Like they did my nigga C-Bo, stressing gangsta shit
bitch so fuck it In eighty-one I remember the night I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light Cause God is white, and Bo Derek
song. You better ask fuckin' more so ya'll niggaz learn. I cry for this paper, shake a nigga down for his paper. These underacheiven' niggaz always hate
made it Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard
A. to San Diego to Frisco Fresno, Watts to Oakland, Inglewood Oakdale, Sacramento, Palm Beach What's up Cube nigga, W.C. Mack 10 E-40, C Bo, motherfuckin
breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where
hustler all about my doe Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo' [Hook X2] "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
C'mon, ohh, no, yo (Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) Hey, uh, it's Lee, I'm amazin', original Asian Lime blazin', hatin'll get you nowhere
Like Bo Jax I'm never calm on a bomb track 60 percent three fifths Constituted Huh prostituted Why I'm mad 'Cause it's written on the paper Right now
so fuck it In eighty-one I remember the night I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a
