[Drag-On] (Warren G) C'mon (The Ruff Ryders) Flame on (Double R, baby) Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Drag-On] Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long
Traduction: Drag-On. Nous avons obtenu ce.
I?ve never felt so sober I?ve never felt the way I feel tonight Your words made everything drag on, and on I finally found her, and when I did I just
noon, out to lunch The D&G bag? That's where the weed stash Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y'all, eat glass My tank on full, ease gas Stay on point with
killer there vision, the missin? the pack, this is that, this the bomb, ring the alarm MJ number 1, it?s goes on and on its goes on and on we get to crippin
'm trying to drag me under What a bumba you know that you can find me I never change my number I don't mind if these private caller's wana carry on blinging
still gotta do it) Schemers keep on dirking (keep on dirking) Everybody's getting more than me (but I still gotta do it) [Chorus] So pass that drag, pass that
that hill go the last of my crumbs We'll be lucky if we eat tonight And up that hill go the last of my crumbs That?s why I'll magnify a hole... When
mirrors to the animals wait till it get my hands on you i won't forget a face that left me just you wait till i get my hands on you i can't you won
's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine
I know, you know, We don't see We sow our truth, wait patiently I walk the streets with a song in my head We ebb and we flow so Got my toes on my pup
I know, you know, we don't see We sow our truth, wait patiently I walk the streets with a song in my head We ebb and we flow so Got my toes on my pup
and landed Two deep sliding my mask on, really get my blast on Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on
I'm saying I'm talking to the niggas that gon survive The motherfucking nine, nickels and dimes Stracks, fifty pack, feel that, nigga get your paper [Den Den] Got
now come on and gurp wit' me bring your momma too and come on and gurp wit' me we can all get down [Z-Man] theres more on the grillas, we blazin' I puff on
what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot with a tom strap Haters that trip get blown back We off that hash and cogniac Head bussin' we on
watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, we posess
went to jail to bail to barely on probation They got a player facin three strikes, and we might just blast God bless the child that can get cash But all