we'll watch out for it {DJ Paul} [in background: Project Pat: P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse] [in background: DJ Paul: who we be] arresting you niggas I got head
Překlad: Gangsta Boo. Kdo jsme.
Posse closing shop [Gangsta Boo] nigga nigga what whatcha whatcha wanna do with your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo I be the one to bring
adore them I miss mine, cause I'm always out here touring Or with the strippers at the Hilton up on Cortland One from Utah, the other one from Portland We
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Every day, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Still we
to you But no matter how it go, nigga We still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you buckin' Boo yah, checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun Because
OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your shout-out And then we'll get to the countin' (OK, I'd like to make a shout-out to Boo-Boo and to Marquesha
drop on me Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees So I could see who bust me, who knocked me out Who tried to choak, who tied the rope, who left
everyday it's the same But that night we hit the hoop game Who was playin Seattle versus Golden State Hollered at the home boy Gary Payton After the game, we
Gangster Red, whassup yo? It's a Tribe thang Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente See a gang, no there ain't no jugate Rollin' like a psycho with
Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up So get
Yea, turn the music up a little bit Yea, a little bit louder, right there In the name of the streets Click, click, boo ya, Dub kicked the frame in Nigga
ain't nobody bad like me It's the, it's the rizzapper You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up Non-believers who didn't believe us That we was comin
s soft work even with wet work Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go) We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work And if you ain't
Ooh [RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we
