back over and over and over and over and over like a monkey with a miniature cymbal the joy of repetition really is in you under and under and under and
back Over and over, and over, and over, and over Like a monkey with a miniature symbol The joy of repetition really is in you Under and under, and under, and
Traduction: Hot Chip. Over And Over.
and then go work out And after that you it's time to pull the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bulgari Range and Maserati I got 'em all got damn My money, my, my, my money, long I blackout and break a bat over
Shit Homy This Something Special And We Gotta Bring This Back Green Common Countdown To Armageddon Lets Go I Got A Riddle What's Little And Talks Big With Midget Arms And
And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga And they'll find another B-Real So you need to just keep Stack your chips up Do what you gotta do while your hot And
see you at the top I'm the best in the bizz rite next to the kid Everybody say ma name now chip diddy chip Ah haaah My names chip diddy chip I don't
And look me no liar Pyrotechnic I play with fire And I have everything they require And everything I wear is designer (head to toe) Fire a liar I'm hot
you at the top im the best in the bizz rite next to the kid everybody say ma name now chip diddy chip Ah haaah my names chip diddy chip i dont ever
face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that
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,
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
