an' it's cash involved ?Can I get paid or you get sprayed?? It be the only damn question that I'm askin' y'all, what up? Can I get paid? I'm just tryin
Traduction: Styles. Get Paid.
breakin' The radio's locked on Uh They got it quakin' And you know it's going down, cause I'm spic and span I'm tryin' to get paid like I'm Vince Mcmahon
rappers in da nation so many trees look at the leaves That I be rakin and like inflation I'm bubblin up to get the bacon With the poundin and the gang
Cisco Go from a hustler Born and grind, tryin' to find some dough To the billion dollar Boy club Mexicali thug style I got Money to get back, I'm fresh
gone up and she like goes to But still I put it up like I'm posed to I fuck with sqaws let you squares cleed'n get close to I got that one that cheerleads
paid off Rock like aesop Light the weed and take off So high I cannot see, adolf Now I got these rappers all breaking up in sweat Cause every time I get
would be this sweet It got me cheesing from cheek to cheek And I ain't get away for nothing cause that just ain't my style Life couldn't get better,
a special Nite! Gatekeeper Gatekeeper : There are reasons and fouls to fax and those who get caught in the act Get the axe, yet, my style is known
coming in I break... with ass cap I'm the one they laughed at, now they all calling me for... and features Damn I'm so ether, tell them all to fall back, let me get
Ghetto Style Perched in the South The king of the ghetto The man, not a myth [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] The journey was long, but we fought the struggle We paid
so the rhymes I say, To get the party jumpin',is how I get paid Benefits of a hit is when I get laid Mr. Mixx is the one to get things goin' So the rhymes
c'mon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't gotta be my man at
it is wit me once the clock stike 3. We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!! -Chorus repeats- Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check. Time
tell how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga
and cornbread Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin' [Chorus] [Bun B] From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money
Psionically bionically I dominate demonically Check this, my reckless style will catch wreck ironically Sonically I'll invade, crush your cavalcade Parade
't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave My flavor
