Prevod: C Opomba. Round N 'Round.
(feat. Variety) [talking:] Uh, C-Note off that Botany You know, how we do it [C-Note:] C-Note quote on quote, yeah the boy is back Got a pocket full
And I'm a leave on one more note One more motherfuckin note It's like this... Look at him [Drake:] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I
'm in Wit my French tickler, makin' they pussy lips grin But there's always one in da crowd, talkin' loud Found out I fucked her cousin, now she runnin' her mouth Leavin' notes
shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit you was doin round the poolroom nigga It ain't nuthin --
off on me I know y'all got a gang of bitches Ha, ha and like fabulous thangs And livin' life persutive in nights machine dippin' With a pocket full of c-notes
too high but I heard he work for nino Jesse a full time gambler he met nino at the casino On the cool jesse strong mane I heard he getting a c-note That
many songs MC's take note, but don't quote too much Find your own style and get 'mo in touch Plus Pussy make the world go round and mine spinnin' out
it's ? Find me with your bitch my dick out - with a mouth on it Take her round the corner a couple times - put some miles on it! [scream] Take her round
us getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma
the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip The thoughts unveil I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest of the levels
Girlies galore, BIG on the door Chrome trimming with the smoke tint Givin' chumps a hit as I count my mint Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note All
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs
From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos Went from grams to kilos Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes Game got my eyes wider than a
niggaz, hope you die a slow death As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz, witcha gay raps Runnin' 'round talkin
rap tape then write a new song Been in the game since what? That shit is past tense Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C With that ill
On our way to the NYC we drop game With round trip tickets, we kick it on stolen planes And for the things that we can do for ya'll One love to 2Pac, Mr. C
's where I learned Play with fire, you'll get burned When the heat was on, I turned Turned to trouble... trouble [Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, C three, yeah
