(GUNFIRE) (young buck) young buck,cmon,gunit,(hey yo buck light that shit up my niggas) the south is
Traduction: Young Buck. Votre capot.
, lo-lo look Look, lo-lo look Look, look [Verse 1-Fabolous] It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks Pop the glove on the other side, buck
way they chase us entertainers In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a- Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming
your chest the size of Flava Flav clock I hear the rumors surfacin in the hood But I ain't trippin I'm in Malibu surfin I'm good One southwest flight Your
ll demolish 'em all small or tall It don't matter, bet your bitch ass fall More or less so go on plex, if you think you're ready Buck shots'll stretch your
what you do Hey Girl, Girl tonight you can be international [Young Dre:] Oooh.. Young Dre the Truth, Makaveli, LT Hutton, Nipsey International Its mr hood
call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "who wan get it crackin?!" I was young
m smokin' more than ever Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater If your bitch give me a sign, i'
Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed [Young Buck
a new boyfriend And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch
write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck
s my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I
(feat. Young Buck & Spider Lo) [50 Cent:] yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bitch what you know about?.. Grippin' fo' fo's Poppin' fo' fos Pimpin' them hos Nigga
the hood sniffin' on white lines. You don't want me to be your kid's role model, I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows. [gun
an feeling no fear More money means more louis carry-on When I touch your city you should see how hoes carrillo Bitch what's my name ace fuckin hood ain
rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] Gotta watch your
