Tradução: Loco como Pinoy. Helicóptero.
chopper bullets penetrate [Chorus] [Crazy] We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air, We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air, We don't care, put your choppers
in the zone when I flow Cause I float like a boat full of coke In a moat when they get to the coast and they get to the show When they Chopin Chopin Chopin
watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making
pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot, We
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running" Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop
a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, this shit went way beyond
t come thru Compton, Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy, Poppa was
for no fuckin' reason. You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'! Cop it! Chop it
me and you gon' make a cemetery visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it Showcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get
: [Eminem] There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Drezy
mi haffi give yuh all night long girl Chorus: R. Kelly (Akon) (*R. Kelly Adlibs) (*Whoa!) Come on baby would you wind for me (Yo Kells this is crazy
it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy
To Be Gangsta Homie Yous A Wanksta Pull Out A Sawed Off Make You Wish You Wasent A Pranksta (Get Low) Is Rather Not Resort To Violence And Chop Off Your
trouble seeker! I'm a trouble seeker! - I'm a trouble seeker! I'm a trouble seeker! - I'm a trouble seeker! [Verse 2: Sen Dog] Blowin' the chop', but
der.. low-ri-der.. [Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
: You got crazy legs, you got amazin' head You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red You got the width of my tongue name on the sun I clutch
