your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I {*gun noise*} stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
Traduction: Cha Cha. Stick 'em.
Traduction: Cha Cha. Stick 'Em.
your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I [gun noise] stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
As The Air Max Troggers, But If It Wasn't Here Will She Wanna Go You Don't Wanna Ask But You Wanna Know, Will My Baby Weather The Storm Stick Around
[Chorus] Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember
cowards to Heaven quickly I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move
cha, pops gon' kill ya. Killa Cali. The state where they kill. Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me
legal [(Chorus) x2] Now what'cha wanna do Bang or bark, I'm a DPP with tha gangsta bark Give it up to them ladies who bounce that thing Hit em up with
hear the gats go cha-pow Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh) Lay em on down, like they lived
't smoke too much) But uh to all my smokers (Smoke it up) Yeah, let's get em' Apply pressure, apply the pressure Apply pressure, let's get em' y'all Apply
] You see them kids be schemin on what we done copped [Cha] Always out there schemin! [Pos] They steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off the block [Cha
deep Lord forgive me I know not a better way And pop has tried to stick me Damn I need some better ye Ring the Alarm Tell em people come come Look at
We gon show em how the Gutta do All black skis Black ones And the Jumpsuit Silde in the silder in and out night vision Scopes on the AR To hit em with
you [Dr. Dre] I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha?
s the environment I grew up in" [Ice Cube] See, I knew it wouldn't be long (tell 'em) They got yo' ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong in the one-man cell, it got'cha
of this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and its Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little ass hits Read my rap
