What cha wan do nigga How ya wan do it When ya wan do it we could get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in
Traduction: BG. Que vas-tu faire?.
up you You you you, and your whole screw What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E Wanna battle me,
(feat. T.I. & Playboy Tre) [Chorus - B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust This is what I does, so please
scholarship? what the fuck is a scholarship? My G.P.A started with a damn decimal you know what I'm sayin? but anyways... let's go. [Verse 3: B.o.B]
up whenever you face em Thats what I call microphone gangstas Yea I got em over do'd[?] Yea I'm raw you know my flow Cuz b.o.b be actin hard like a Viagra
the King n-gga! [Chorus: B.o.B] [Playboy Tre:] Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, n-gga Ya'll don't really know Tre, Really know me, Really know the streets, no! Ya
up whenever you face em That's what I call microphone gangstas Yea I got em over do'd[? ] Yea I'm raw you know my flow Cause b.o.b be actin hard like
s differences But these 'Young Bucks' remind me of 'Fif' and his They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy
t con-done It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see Speech too slurred to G But you know "Young'n" would love ta See ya upon each other, feeling
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty
(feat. Stevie B & T-Pain) I wanna be the one your givin your love and I wanna be the one your kissin and huggin I wanna be the one you dream of all night
Stand The Fighter We Know [Chorus] [Verse 3:] So What U Sayin What U Sayin Do We Sound That Bad Na U Just A Little Bit Mad So What U Sayin U Wanna
take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what you want It's A.B.N. for life, and I'll
about it, then come see Duke Find out what this glock, or left and right do We can take it there, if you wanna take it there We can do like middle school
living in a '56, Mass L My locker full of commsary, and my fan mail My city saying Z-Ro, what you gon do when you get out of jail I can't do no mo' pyrexes
something Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing what They be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' [Z-Ro