[Johnny P.] When we be rollin' lacs Little kids be like That's my car That's my car When we be rollin' lacs Little kids be like That's my car That's my car
Traduction: Do Or Die. C'est ma voiture.
to tell my boss Think the city towed my car Chandelier is on the floor With my favorite party dress Warrants out for my arrest Think I need a ginger ale That
'm a paper chaser. Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh
and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin
With one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. But five or six bring you out to the car. Number nine with my head on
my baby. She's starry eyed. I feel my bones break all the time. I see my baby. She's starry eyed. She follows. Don't call me unkind. I see my baby.
to my crib That's how I go, that's how I go girl, that's how I go girl I go and go, that's how I go girl, that's how I go girl I said man girl you
.B.] Now everybody gon' do it Y'all know what's up Look On my face, and it's called the mean mug Everybody gon' do it When they step up in the club Mask
key to my crib That's how I go, that's how I go girl, that's how I go girl I go and go, that's how I go girl, that's how I go girl I said man girl you
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' They wanna taste that Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that
no matter where i'm at girl you make me wanna sing (sing) weather a bus or a plane or a car or a train no other girls in my brain and you the one to
lady that started the brawl that night was named Lucille And that's been Lucille ever since to me One more now Lucille Sounds pretty good Can I do
coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that Picture me not flop where is them explosives at? Right here on my lap That's where my composure's at
ll be in my Converse This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am All they gotta do is chirp And them things
t like that But you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
's no roof above me or the 22's underneath me Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas? I'm naturally
, tell me that's her baby I hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy And I be spendin all my lady chips She got me feeling like my daddy