Traduction: MR. 3-2. Rues Sur Lock.
(feat. Mike D) [talking] Uh-huh uh, yeah-yeah [Mr. 3-2] Mafia boss, I tolerate no loss You heard it from Mr. 3-2, Governor of the South Blood in blood
they better lock me up Shackled down, hand cuffed, on sight I'ma bust What's up, where your nuts, I get rushed to the head Thug for life, motherfucker till I'm dead Mr. 3-2
[Mr. Mixx cuts up] (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin' in
a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on
did have a nether chest Inna badman place Real mckoy and gangsta Police ask question get no answer Inna night, inna day, mr knight, mr kay, mr smith
stable That the horses come out erra Of course we're about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs Buttersworth's syrup It's the mr. picked on Christopher
Dickies Big Glock Wit Me, Of Dade County Nigga! [Chorus:] Born N Raised In The County Of Dade [Continues] Pitbull: (Its Dat Lil Chico Pitbull, I Jus Like 2 Welcome Yall 2
Ludacris - repeat 2X] Heyyyyy I'm a maniac Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back So get them thangs out you betta lock up ya house And tell the
three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro (Woooo-ooo!) [Verse 1]: 6 to tha clock, on my way to the top uh, Pit got it locked from brews to the locker, All I.P uh
funny I remember playin over needles in the street Everywhere I go and there was some part of mr Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes On 11th
to men Chorus (3-2) My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do
Got the streets on lock homie I can't lose Put me anywhere I'm the realest nigga in the room(believe me) Take a look at me I'm what you call street approved
Youngster on the corner slangin them nickels and dimes One times places us on arrest fill the rano being tough it's another drug bust With the schools on
on that fly shit Boy, boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy boy Ia??m on that fly shit (x2) Just won a thousand dollars on a brand
(horns)... (chorus) Timbo- When you hit me on my phone betta know what cha want, when you call me, you already know, on the low, im sayin Hey! i got