have to lie Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Well, you've got the gift you've got the clue Yeah yeah, yeah yeah What the hell is wrong with you Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
翻訳: 小細工. ええええ.
have to lie Yeah yeah yeah yeah Well you've got the gift you've got the clue Yeah yeah yeah yeah What the hell is wrong with you Bridge Yeah yeah yeah yeah
the kids in the realest, the realest, the realest. This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . . .] . . . [Yeah, yeah, yeah
a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little 'cause'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter
(Intro) Ah! Oh! Yeah! Shawnna! Oooohhhh! Just blaaaze! (Chorus) What'chu tricking pal When I roll with a ball in light (come on!) So you heard of
cant talk to me tho cause i can't hear them with my head in the clouds everybody know i am never coming down tonight oh yeah tonight oh yeah i am not
dignity; your self-respect is gone I got to laugh though, 'cause, cause you thought you was slick At least she got it free, but you? Youse a big trick
shit now, talk shit, hey Say something, say something Say something, say something The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meat lockers My people keep throwin' it up like cheap
fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches Trick, trick
'm literally loungin' black Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap
be so cold I never knew wrong til I was ten years old I never knew fighten til I got my ass kicked I never knew gettin' got til I got tricked I never
time won't see parole Imagine life as a convict that's getten' old Plus with the drama we're lookin' out for your baby's mama Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks
die, commit suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line Far as life, yo it ain't worth it put a rope around your neck And jerk it the trick didn't work Your life
mouth 18 on the block, nigga got them thangs out Birdman Stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail Real niggas do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick
grand, I demand it Got dammit the boy done, done it child and that's forever man Forever Forever, yeah yeah Forever Forever, yeah yeah Forever Forever, yeah yeah
, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah
[ENGINEER] Hey monsieur John, how'd you like to get rich Go home in style. . .? [JOHN] Yeah okay, what's the pitch? [ENGINEER] A U.S. visa to help
