A you gave Trick his money Man muthafuck Trick and his muthafucking money(keep dis shit up dawg) There you go always playin bout a muthafucka money(telephone
Traduction: Trick Daddy. Fuckin 'Autour Intro - Trick Daddy.
[Intro:] Uh! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn... Youkno'msayin'? Puff Daddy, Uptown, Bad Boy! Uh! [Verse 1:] A repetitive loop - all I need to destroy A soloist
car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin
around with your baby daddy down in the shit That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit Fuckin around
be damned. [Kon Artis] You gave right. Yes I love monage-e-tois and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah". I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how
soft mo'fucka, kind of gay mo'fucka If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'fucka Fuck yo' ass mo'fucka, that's the past mo'fucka And I know the fact
) the car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin
mo'fucka, a fag mo'fucka If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'fucka Fuck yo' ass mo'fucka, that's the past mo'fucka And I know the fact make ya
productions (verse 2: brotha lynch hung) Who's the hoe? a bitch named {silence} was the trick She gave up the poo-poo for not one cent She didn't pay, fuck
that im even doing wrong by usein this chorus to get thru this song [chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy] [outro: trick daddy] You know yall going to mess around
Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit Fuckin around
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ] ...All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!' 'Put
like a band in a nigga donk Rock four fives, it's like a band in a nigga trunk Boat motor right now, nigga pass me 502, donk riding like Trick Daddy Rally
to jail, they on they way for me The kinda if I go to jail, they on they way for me Don't get around no trick And try to act if you don't know me Homie
