Tłumaczenie: Coach Z. Rap Song.
[10 second instrumental intro] [Coach Z] Coach Z, Coach Z, one-two one-two Coach Z, one-two one-two Coach Z, Coach Z, one-two one-two Coach Z, one-two
I'm sittin' in my chair watchin' the TV It's not even on, but there is plenty for me to see I just lit some crazy ass shit That my friend overnight-mailed
Yo French I wanna hear that Uh it's your girl Ciara, I like that uh O here's another one, o yea another one Uh-huh uh-huh uh uh uh uh, uh-huh uh-huh yea
pimping And all bitches ain't women You come home and get smooth cussed out You gotta a bitch with a foul ass mouth Scared to tripp her with a left hook You'z
was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl you had dreams of startdiling The Prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem First date at Mr. Choas it was Cushier? I would coach
only keep one stick it blunted So y'all gorilla looks I don't fear those Cause I go thirty-two rounds like a Tech with air holes So t-knock your z
the Cadi's at, s*** Them down south n****z been loved Dirt Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse Show respect to your n****z, who been
if I go to the grocery store I make sure to call T-M-Z when I go out I get paid to party, I'm always on the list Champagne, red carpet You fly coach,
nigga, I'm that itchbe Chorus 4x "Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga] "Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes] "Digga on the track" [Rah] "Words worth a million" [Jay-Z
ballers only ballers can participate, All these niggas frontin' throwin' money like they paper long, European diamonds throwin' money now they paper gone, Idiot, wh-wh-what are you, Coach
(Jay-z) O, O, O, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks (Omilio Sparks) Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song Omilio just trying get over let me catch
hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha Tell the freaks to find a man of there own (Man a they own, man a they own) Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag Lookin
, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of they own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay Z] Fresh to def in my skeeno coach bag lookin half
's untieable R O Z, recognize my name Rap G.I. Jane, rockin' colorful wide frames Straight from Newark, we Brick layers, Na Na slayers Don't play, I coach
gon kill Pop that, crack that Moe if you feel her flow Blow that, blow that dro let ya eyes hang low Who that? Who that be in the new black Z? F, O,
Ruck, yeah, yeah Verse 1: [Ruck] I spit the vocab (vocab) While most fags, go rap No paths and brags about they bitch coach back Don't play it in the
Foxy Brown What? Jay-Z, what I keep it fresher than the next bitch No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch With speed, I make the best bitch see
