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Traduction: Hot Chip. Ne Danse.
the chips All my West Coast niggaz get all the chips All my Down South niggaz get all the chips All my Ruff Ryder niggaz get all the chips Let's go,
you thank, I got chrome and paint Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint Street lights - dance on paint Street lights - dance
Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the
Three: Sheek Luchion] Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck It's all about
walk in, don't even find a seat Just threw my coat right on the floor Grab somebody 4 a quick dance Boy or girl - it don't matter no more, I'm hot! Ha
Three: Sheek Luchion} Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck It's all about
up in her You fuckin' with losers I'm a winner I'm gone in summer hot in the winter Fuck hungry I'm ready for dinner HA! Bitches don't know the low '
ain't there The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back
buy out the bar Told her, "Drink till you drop, lil' superstar" Better chill, be cool, homie, grab a drink 'Cause you don't wanna play big bank take little bank We at The Palms where it ain't
Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak 'cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect 'cause she don't
, I got chrome and paint? Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint? Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint (Street lights) Dance on paint (Street lights) Dance
