But I don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes Wop don't love them hoes hoes KL don't love them hoes hoes Fiend don't love them hoes hoes Coonts don't love
But I don't love them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes, hoes Wop don't love them hoes, hoes, KL don't love them hoes, hoes Fiend don't love them hoes
Traduzione: Mac. Noi non amiamo 'em.
town Don't press your luck Just roll 'em up Roll 'em up Or hit the heel for the nade And we can blow thangs up Cuz I rolls 'em up Rolls 'em up [Tadatay
it down, Cali bound We smoke, we joke, in the city of dogs and locs Don't get ya pass revoked [Shyheim] We smack niggaz like you and tell 'em, "Go get
magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here
see me weak, hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark ass tricks We keep on comin' while we gunnin' for ya' jewels Steady rushin' while we
rappin' a long time you ain't got chips yet You had that ounce a whole week nigga you ain't flip yet Before I leave the crib I make sure I don't forget shit Mac
approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't
down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation Niggaz be hatin', they don't
don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac get advances
love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't
a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends So much chrome
C-Murder) Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked You lip
on swole Bitches know that we hogs So they dress like hoes They can come without them draws They don't get ner' dime And if you ain't with it, fuck yah Yah don't
that hoe, don't trust her with none of yo dough Never let a bitch know how you make your cash flow Lesson 3- if you don't tell that how who is boss, Bitches
instant one love And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (love you) Give 'em
closa, dats why I stay up on my grind and only roll with soldiers, I hit the block and serve em everything away from soda, don't fuck with out the soda