(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night 4(Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life *(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva
Traducció: Hot Boys. El que trobo.
Turk] Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night [4: Wayne] Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life [Turk] Bout whateva u bout whateva u want
you're gonna get perverty Then make sure you bring back A freaky-deaky friend for me I'm back, baby, sorry 'bout that thing But my boys let me know
this wasnt posed to come out They let that new drug out, they let that new drug out My niggas bout to dumb out, my ladies bout to bug out And if her bop
flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of the classic Now glamour boys want to be triple
MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot Cause they 84's be poking out What the hell is you cryin bout? Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala bout
tissue whatever it is you should've honored it When them niggaz told you not to come around here And you was found here, your death is now near I'm 'bout
, uhh Smoked out, choked out, we get Off da chain like we just broke out You don't know 'bout me J. Dot When I come though all the haters get hot 'Cause
So I call my boys, it's time to get it on Right now, the mood is so right (So right) My game, my life so tight (So tight) We do whatever we like This
Chorus X2 (and all the bitches say) [50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name if it aint about the flow its bout the stones and
booty blowin' Now that's the bidness I let this kinda camera for show Be my witness Them boys wit the can't block it Get them round Wit' them boys that
in convertable rolls royce with the hb's Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me Fuckin' right nigga I raised the b.g. That's why I'm a hot boy on
Its paper, pussy, and pistols a?? pass love to the pimp I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever
for that I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us [Baby] I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money
Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, 'cause I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR Repeat 1 [Juvenile] Now you boys
Havin' trouble this evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin' Me and the Hot boys ride, Chief and gettin' high Beef and niggas die when me and the Hot boys
don't fuss in the corners They already know that we brothers, blood Or whatever you wanna call it Click up with my dog we get crazy like alcoholics Plus we ballers so whatever
