your car, and bring it down Pick me up, we'll drive around Wish we had A joint so bad Pass the street light Out past midnight Ahh Hanging out, down the street
Traduction: Big Star. Dans La Rue.
ll let my homies spark ya We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather
-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah) I think y'all know by now it's .. [Verse 1] You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah) Motherfuck the house (nah), the nigga's garage is as big
niggaz must've got a deal for your health Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf I spend big, at any time I can start splurging The twin
Cam'Ron] Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van? Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button Over a piece of paper, street
[feat. Paul Cain] [Fabolous:] It goes however I wanted to These bitches never say can't I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants Big house
khaled! Aye yo Pain I want you to go in [T-Pain:] Hey yo Khaled let's go man (we the best) hey hey hey (listenn) I got up out da streets so I ain't gotta
small talk? Course not, I'm big like horse nut Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big
Dunkin, Lil Capp & Frenchie] [Intro & Chorus:] GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD
Yeah I got a full house like Stephanie Tanner And the clip on the K look like a banana All black burner(?) gloves All black Phantom I'm the kush man hold the big
(looking out for the police) I'm a superstar but I'm still street (we know we goin keep it street, street) I got that gun under my seat, so don't agitate
for DJ Screw (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Hawk (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Steve Mafio-so (HAY) We doin this shit for Big Mello
my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn I'm 'pose to be a rap star, dig these
me T to the R to the motherfucking A-E Killas that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck Who the fuck running up so nigga what, 'fore I leave my star
heap of things to go on for the ghetto youth all next year. You done know me as one a dem uprighting ghetto youths, Seen, so we a start from way down