(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night 4(Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life *(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva
Traduction: Hot Boys. Quel que soit Bout.
Turk] Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night [4: Wayne] Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life [Turk] Bout whateva u bout whateva u want
Just to let you boys know that Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Can't be stopped, uh huh Just to let you boys know that [D-Reck] It's whatever whenever, wherever
Do Whatever The Carter Shell So Hot Going Out Wit Me Is Like Going To Hell [Chorus: Pimp C] What Yall Kno About Them Dem Country Boys Coming Down In
'clock And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot [Chorus
Let's go I'm bout to murder this shyt I'm bout to murder this shyt It's ya boy weezy BABY Holla Ay ay Bitch I'm down for my squiddies and I ride for the
And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot [Chorus] [
't nothin gonna stop me for doing my thang Fuck sarge and his boys I'ma do my thang Young and Thuggin I live wild and fall, man Bout head bustin', look
the TV's on It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on
be still on the strip You niggaz still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips Up and down the interstate, makin ten G's a trip A hardheaded nigga, do whatever
it down Nigga we tear it down, Hot Boys and Zoe Pound Nigga we tear it down Nigga we tear it down Nigga we tear it down, Hot Boys and Zoe Pound Nigga
you're gonna get perverty Then make sure you bring back A freaky-deaky friend for me I'm back, baby, sorry 'bout that thing But my boys let me know
this wasnt posed to come out They let that new drug out, they let that new drug out My niggas bout to dumb out, my ladies bout to bug out And if her bop
flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of the classic Now glamour boys want to be triple
MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot Cause they 84's be poking out What the hell is you cryin bout? Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala bout
tissue whatever it is you should've honored it When them niggaz told you not to come around here And you was found here, your death is now near I'm 'bout
, uhh Smoked out, choked out, we get Off da chain like we just broke out You don't know 'bout me J. Dot When I come though all the haters get hot 'Cause
