cold. An' no-one cares with the stairy eyes, an' no-one cares in the neon rays. An' no-one cares if you're laughing or crying, an' no-one cares if you
Traduction: GBH. No One Cares.
I'm just a G, everybody in the streets know me I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it
around looking over my shoulder Running to use my cash, one of my a.c. tell em on E running up my gas I'm just a G, everybody in the streets know me
to the San FranCisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
My Name is B-O-W This one goes out to everybody all around the world Dog to dog Girl to girl I need yall to help me spell my name [Chorus] B, Bow O,
don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot nigga wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge Now your career is over, career
be fucked, like a lesbian I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong With so many different flows there's one for this song The next one I switch up, this one will get bit
Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do What it do my nigga what it do, ay what it do [Verse 2: B.G.] I'ma H-U-S-T-L-E-Rah If I don't know
Shawty, you're not jammin' If you hear one more, got dammit I-I-I can't stand it I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got Stop
side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** like a G supposed ta They could put
savage life ass wannabes I'm a say wannabe you know I'm gonna be s.t.r.a.I.g.h.t Pussy niggas hate me I'm a straight g They tell me go comercial bitches
good girl, so she won't have none of that. She takes another sip, but she has no clue, of the spike from the G to tha H to the B. She wakes up in the