Don't go to pieces, b-b-baby Don't go to pieces Don't go to pieces, b-b-baby Don't go to pieces Don't go to pieces, b-b-baby Don't go to pieces (Ooo
Traduction: La Voiture. Ne pas tomber en morceaux.
t got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin' hard like czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece Laced in
Don't hate, don't hate yeah [Hook: Chad Jones] Playa don't hate me, hate the game Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, swanging thangs Playa don
chill really sit back When I'm on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don't click-clack I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't
life But our motherfuckers, are dull like a butter knife I put it on my balls and on my life, Z-Ro never been shife Cat don't come around me, just let
know the location of murder I can vacate But I'm still down for my pistol like a playmate Nigga even my girlfriend don't understand Baby don't you realize
don?t but I do [x2] Get down But I don?t Break it down trick for a silly tramp I roll I roll ride Mr. 20 inches I don?t but I do 300 hemi looking
gat tucked, in Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads the life he don't need, don't we all know He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still
dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure
last year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor nigga! It ain't
, I know the pill kickin in go on get it poppin Don't be scared, we rock stars, we party hard, valley park 20 cars Then go and buy the bar Bleed, we keep
Need street credibility who you go get I give you that credibility for the right check Keep your future on the shelf Quiet where it's best kept Don't
easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope) So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank
my cab Just to take you back to last summer, man You don't remember when you was my sweetest You don't remember when I called you Reese's Pieces Cause
happen if bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough for
hips, Cold than a motha Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don't
