I'm leaving, goodbye I'm better off here without you And that's just how I feel about you I apologize for breaking down This is us breaking up, the moment is
Tercüme: Push Play. Bu Us (Better Off) Breaking Up Is.
more backstage passes, whose [incomprehensible] is this Get everybody out of the room, the hotels gonna throw us out Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more pigeons up
of death Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
this club is crowded we should go telly got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more drink
ready to burst, the way you play with me Look at how you act up, that?s why I backed up I been hoping you get hit by a Mack truck This the shit I contemplate
Offishall] Yo yo, this is me (what's going on Kardinal?) Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right (uh huh) A crew man come up to me (yo)
em with the new Prada's, true Check mines they royal blue, my shit's is baby blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter with them frames on
Man this is silly I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean? Fuck all y'all niggas, straight like that What up [Hook
, what what What's up girlfriend? What's up boyfriend? Yo meet my girlfriend Meet my boyfriend This is my girlfriend This is my boyfriend So what's up
up Changed the whole game up No matter how much they angry steady saying we aina??t the same. Pointing the blame at us The only thing is Imma go get it
still hood, even though we came up Changed the whole game up No matter how much they angry steady saying We ain't the same, pointing the blame at us The only thing is
Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dust Then they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs
, 2, 1, 2 Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 DJ scratch on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your motha fuckin' back 1, 2, 1, 2 Ah yo, yo My lyric is 8 ball, batter up play
(This, is, Derty E-N-T, Bassment Beat Productions) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, sing that shit Oh! You can search in the gutter down low You can even wait 'til
your rock (Terror Squad) Aiyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriers That dominate the Devil tryin' to make the fake marry us Hilarious how we mute crews, and nigga this is