Tłumaczenie: Szantaż. Club '45.
nigga we ain't fighting fair You better holla at ya partners Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers The .45 make my pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club
Clear Yeah Ahaha Yeah its official Yeah, yeah yeah Hey Ziggy I told them niggas They wouldnt believe me tho I do this shit tho Its 3:45 She pulled up
out the ghetto, 'cause I hate it But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before
Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
Yeah, wassup? Nigga, 103, yeah When this hit drop in the club, nigga Yeah, yeah, let go, let go Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout that time
big, he packs a .45 Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun He shot my Billy dead now, I'm gonna see him hung She went into the DeLion's club through Billy
to messy in here You know what? All we wanna do is just-a Lay back, lay back Lay back, lay back (Tank/come on) [1 - Tank] When I walk up in the club (club
a Quarter of the map now I do I spin mayor loot and khaki suits Nike's and cripsacks Wetsuits and leather boots I block niggas twice with thighs Buck with a .45
hot till it burn like a nigga sellin' rocks DD or one D nigga what the fuck My room of 45's got my back in the cuts [Unverified] join the club, I bust
m really trying Fuck you aint Throw another bed in the club go ahead and make it rain cause if i run up in the club with a bunch of thugs from the trailor
hitter Hit you, watch your whole head split up Loco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough Hollow tips is the lead the .45 threw Remember me? (Throw ya gunz
life I woke up 'round 7:45 in the mornin' Told the world "What's up" Unh, I worked all day so you know tonight I'ma try and find my way to the club
live in this bitch beteter reconize Before we spark up some shit & leave the club televised my cousin still thuggin' that nigga paralyzed . clubbin in his wheelchair sittin on them 45
I don't give a fuck like F.E.M.A. Me and Hin off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I
don't think ya heard me Take a journey to where boys Die too early In the land of the hand of the district attorney Controversy Make you beg for mercy 45
Maybach music I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45 If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon Bury the Louis, I'm talkin
"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, this your girl Yo-Yo. Should I say is it still all good? Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here