all my people in the front, ya don't stop To my people in the back, ya don't stop To my people on the side, ya don't stop To my man Big L, one love God
Tradução: OC. Ya no se detenga.
gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't
ll pop through beaters And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater But ma' I ain't the type to love ya I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
tear up ya vest D-A double D for that dough Hit em' where it hurt most You niggas ain't comin' close I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you
Game living major, girl(')s on my hip like a Skytel pager now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop, throw ya hands in the sky cause The Game don't stop
O Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in
Game] Bitches only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit Niggaz only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit The hood only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit Stop the singin' lets
boss, nigga my squad deep But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't
s that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton [Bridge] It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it
O Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
me to say a verse It don't really matter the way I say it it works First I play in ya shirt then I play around in ya purse [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] I'm
C-4 N*gga [Game:] Ya want a war n*gga Its me and 4 n*gga?s Ya such a pi-po with the .44 n*gga Look out ya window see more n*gga?s [Juice:] We at your
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number
And if you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got
