your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I {*gun noise*} stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
Tercüme: Cha Cha. Stick 'em.
Tercüme: Cha Cha. Stick 'Em.
your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I [gun noise] stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
sky, hanging over, your head So what cha gonna do Floyd? I've got to know Got to know what you're going to do, yeah What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do? What cha
the shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise
only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty would you . . . [Chorus - Short Dawg] Pass me the dutch with cha
dry, let's get high, then wash the dishes You get three wishes if you're cute and ambitious Like Tisha and Denisha, boy them chickens was vicious Wicked, how I kick it, I stick
as the Air Max Joggers, But if it wasn't here will she wanna go? You don't wanna ask, But you wanna know, will my baby weather the storm? Stick around
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
no green No no, I'm not that nigga baby I'll be that nigga to blow a pound wit'cha Get down wit'cha, back that brown fo' a round wit'cha I'm the type
off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front So what cha, what cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do
1: Soulja Boy] Soulja Bot Tell 'em Check Out My Bathing Apes Im Fresh To Death && U Like Me Dont Try To Cop My Style Man, Stick To Dem Nike's Green,
out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money [Incomprehensible] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite stick
Now when I say we I mean the whole St. Lou We good, good thangs (Good, good thangs) Ain't got no problems 'bout lettin' 'em loose Ma, I ain't got no change Big spaces out churr like a hundred yards I got credit cards You can charge 'em
