Traduzione: Gemello. Pensateci (con Gutto).
[H.A.W.K.] Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind
I'm at an end when does it end wont let the walls cave in I can't see no friend no one I care to know we whisper like dead we're racing in red striving
- Tu deconnes on va pas se faire Encore un plan gros ca comme - De quel plan tu causes ? Tu oses, c'est toi qu'a commence... - J'abandonne T'es vraiment
N'essaie pas de resister Pourquoi toujours vouloir te derober? Craquer n'est pas pecher En un eclair, j'ai tout laisse tomber Pour un chat de quartier
[let let let let's go !] [a a a cause...] [Faire !] [Clap your hands] [All right, everybody's ready] [one two...] Affaires a faire, on a trop de choses
I thought I told you, he'd be home soon Can't help myself, you're too good to be true! I fall short each time, Every time he... You... closer in here
I left you to prowl in the dive bars, I was feeling uncomfortable and bored. Don't want to feed off the old times, caught the bus, got off on the westside
Hey yo, knock knock, get your motherfucking doc and motherfucker chaos, motherfucker... You could bear witness... ... we got plans like the mobsters
I met an alley cat pussyfootin' around 'till the break of dawn Found me knocked out flat on my head Some feline beauty waved her tail my way I just
like he naked in a river Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river Come and get him when it's winter Nigga holla back I'm gutta. I done told ya that Rock
pop off your socket Play the eighth for you haters, they see me at corner packin We the best that's the lesson, I take you pussys to college Imagine me, I'm Gutta
(feat. Akon) Ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh, Ace hood, Konvict Music, I know they want us to stop, But we immune to lose it, Hey, Hey, [Chorus:] I can't stop
im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta
(feat. Brisco) [Ace Hood:] Ace Hood, homie Gutta, Gutta... Ace Hood... Brisco, let's go Cause I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches dey love
(feat. Plies) [talkin: Plies] A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause a nigga almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up out
[Intro] Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up) (Ay, Get Em Up) Chea (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top rollin'
