Traduction: Da Fam. C'est Good.
dat Africa, Brazilian, Cuban dat Chinese She got dat north pole, dat Eskimo, dat overseas She got dat real fast, dat move slow, dat up close Dat caramel, dat ohhhhhh, Dat
Cross Da Boreder My Bitch Is Originally From Across Da Border But Once Mami Crossed Da Border To My Hideaway Acoss Da Border She Like Acrossed Da Floor
look at cha crazy, gotta feed my babies so I whipp it whipp it ova da stove I got my mask cause I'm whippin 50, choppas flyin in dat bottom and you can
suit from Phat Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin, "Who Dat?" Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that [Hook] [Madame D] Two On Da
street DJ that ain't getting no real radio airplay You know I mean That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin That got da streets on lock
we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good
thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good
ain't never see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side
wit dat cat talkin' Im off to rap Fisio blow em' off the track If it's a melody Uhhh I bring out my energy And da remede Wipes out da enemy Get down
i aint feel coming not dat day in DAT way you can trust niggas or learn fast how to say fuck niggas my chest hurtin my vest hurtin my heart hurtin and
my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?" I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans Catch da
of ya town, respect my sound Sample with black, criminal, chemical rap Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit from Phat Two on da Road, got them bitches screamin, "Who Dat
my shit (yup) Wen dat I see you told ya id make it (yea) No mo section 8 now we got acreage (got acres) Gramma got dat big kitchen dat she pray fa (watchu
stoppin' s*** 8 pound on da pinky, a bird fat on the wrist So far, so hood When da rounds hit his ***, it ain't look so good Now he leavin' in a black
me in Wu In da Coope All da Bud he would do Hittin Up Army and Navy Camouflage gaurds too, Yeah We dem' cats dat tear up thugs And we dem' thugs dat
street D J That ain't getting no real radio airplay You know I mean That's comin' on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin' That got da streets on lock
