Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played On V.L. - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique
Prevod: Hot Boys. Off Wit Ya Head.
you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head [B.G.] C-A
was right Had to make sure my boys was tight Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (? ) gonna spook ya Horror type of tactics, you bet the snypaz (? ) knew ya
to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya
you know i'm a grimball whenever the time pause and I find ya'll im taking ya spine off Let's be serious dead serious if you with cops how you letting your 9 off
tell ya what to do Holla At A Playa (x4) Now mami if you wit your man and he got cuffs on your hand When he slipping turn his head Imma tell ya whats
Hot in Here+ Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do The new 645, I'll have the first in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon
screamin' from the back [Incomprehensible] timber is when I hit 'em wit the axe Put ya gun away and you might live to see another day Come in head, run
w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] Twenty-seven dollars to my name, headed up 85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me drive Left off from LaGrange, passin
they telling me slow down but I ain't never gonna stop ha...ok Where the Rosae, Ciroc Mixed wit OJ I'm hot You not but it's ok Ya'll mean shit to no
remember the Mobb them other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em an it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista hit ya, get ya, split ya that's how we shit ya.
wit hot ones Combined wit' l we doubled barreled guns Mutha fuckaz best run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and
Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls If you got some beef wit' me, then I got some beef wit' y'all Now ooh lawd, them boys on the
bottomless, yo, kill it Wise wit the flow, rhymin behind 'em it's so senseless When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot
noise We're here to make noise Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys Come on, come on Twin Nina Ross sisters, promise to never miss ya Hit ya
in the dead zone Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal My verses are hot as shit like I recorded wit
toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat playa You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw
