翻訳: B'Z. 単独.
[P. Diddy] This goes out to my nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin
let you know Gotta think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone Let me tell yo ass a story, yes they just be hatin' to the fullest But you can miss me wit that B
out, Show" Yeah, without a doubt But don't try to take advantage I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages Signing off is Show B I Z
movin Haha I'm ready for it all Got my back against the wall But I'm ready, never fall They call this hip hop (B.O.B.) Its the game that pays me But
When ever you muthafuckas used to call my phone I never told you no The same muthafuckas left me all alone That's why my name is Z-Ro It ain't nobody
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call
of de ja vu (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B It's the B-L-A-Z-E Microphone and weed fiend Down with Nicotine
remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family So there you have it, A B C, D P G C, X to the motherfuckin' Z Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant
the locker And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D I ain't give
like oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy
, blunts up in my polo [chorus] [3rd verse-yella] Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me I'm like the b.g.'z I'm gat
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho,
Yo, brotha A to Z Yo, wussup B Yo, what time is it? It's Laundry Day Do do do Do do do Do do do Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it If
the lights that keep the streets on Notice you the type that like to keep them on a Leash though I'm known to walk alone But I'm alone for a reason Sending
let's go I know what it is) I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what up) That ride old schools and they system is screwin' (Hey Bun B) I'm from
Intro (Fat Pat) N****z betta see a n***a roll Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop
me Hold tight, I'll be back in a flash, don't worry You got money honey, stop actin' funny Out the door, to care of my B.I.Z. And I know this muthafuckas