[Chorus 8x: Crunchy Blac] ain't no nigga gonna play wit me [Verse 1: La Chat] I got anna with you souls Strapped up with the 44 Use to kick it with this
翻訳: La'Chat. いいえダチ（クランキーBLACを搭載）ではありません.
(feat. Crunchy Blac) [Chorus x8: Crunchy Blac] ain't no nigga gonna play wit me [Verse 1: La Chat] I got anna with you souls Strapped up with the 44
now kid Show 'em what you got I be that young handsome cat, same color chocolate Same nigga pop shit, same nigga got shit Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip Nigga
get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I
it I ain't gotta go fo' bad, I jus' go for my opponent I ain't looking for no trouble I ain't ducking none, neither Say a nigga jumping ship, I say
have the place lock Tic Toc Tic goes the clock Blaze up the fire make the fussy dem drop Chilling in the club Champagne a pop Getting that money and we ain't
, who wan' get it crackin?? I was young, I couldn't do good, now I can't do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag Now nigga, why you mad? Oh, you can't
I was raised in the hood, in the streets I grew Seen it all, it ain't too much I ain't done yet Let my nuts hang, nigga I ain't scared of shit Seen death
I ain't the nigga in the trench coat I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope I ain't the nigga on the mic that done said he quit But I be
talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (Word) It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck
the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down I don't
fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you (Uh, uh) That's right I'm a rude ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga Weighin' in at bout
, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Boy foolish That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, quick to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga Weighin' in at '
get some what they call em stunts because we bunt (WHAT?) But I don't bug, I just slide her, and hit her Some be rumpy chump, with the chat chat chitter
Stella Some of my mellows Lost their mothers and their brothers For them I feel empathy But I ain't pouring out no liquor for no niggas I pour my
, what I think he said? Squash that He probably got that off E-bay Or some Internet access Some website chat line Mad cause I got mine Ooh don't wind
the opticals 'Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible Ask the rasta dudes if our gonja ain't the tightest Ask the pasta dudes if our China ain't the whitest
