I'm goin' down Down, down, down, down, down I'm goin' down Down, down, down, down, down I've got my head out the window And my bare feet on the ground
Traduction: Qui, de la. Goin 'Down.
and survivin? that you gonna persevere Yeah, ain?t no body leavin, no body goin? home Even if they turn the lights out the show is goin? on! Alright
(feat. Jean) Ahh Who Got It Who Got It Huh Young Bash Jim Johnson Uh Oh She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy Ohh She's Sweet As Honey Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na
I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads So I choose to floss Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think
Ahh Who Got It Who Got It Huh Young Bash Jim Johnson Uh Oh She's So Yummy Yummy Yummy Ohh She's Sweet As Honey Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na She
wanna do it on the danceflo' I took a shyders and gin and told her get up out your pants ho' [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Baby Beesh): Now who said westcoast
opponents I had to get up on it Kinda how you do a pony It's kinda like a bank Cause she knows she wants to loan it Shout out to my gangsta Who get down
he do it like us, he should mean 96, 97 in Atlanta didn't we have more blocks than Mutombo Dikembe For those who can't hold water need a new kidney Put it down
Put em in the [? ] bentley N-gga say he do it like us, he should mean 96, 97 [? ] have more blocks than [? ] For those who can't hold water need a new kidney Put it down
with that paperboy 18 speeds with the paperboy Goin door to door with the paperboy Burnin trees no seeds just the paperboy Two wheeler on the road with that paperboy 18 speeds with the paperboy Goin
don't do it And if you go to a show and she wants to sit in the back row Bring her down front, bring her right down front If you wanna go for a snack
man with hands as cold as ice So she tells him she must go out for the evening To comfort an old friend who's feelin' down But he knows where she's goin
' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This
in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down
so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been
tour shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, Few hundred
have another man, or have other plans Other than, cruisin the city with this brother man On the other hand, if you wanna get your feet rest I take you where you goin
