me to I'm tired of looking out the windows of the airplane I am tired of traveling, I want to be somewhere It's not even worth talking About those people
Tłumaczenie: Talking Heads. Big Country.
I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I want some head
[Prodigy talking] Fuck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying Straight like that from the bottom of my heart Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit on the mic I be talkin shit But some say my talk don't make
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit On the mic I be talkin shit But some say my talk don't make
talk, I think yo future boss batter up Now cough, and let you know caprice classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes Five country
your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready) [motorcycle engine] [Verse 2 - Petey Pablo] On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass pot holes Lay in
, it's just all the same (It's all the same) Damn, what a difference a year And a hundred and twelve days makes Came the longest country mile, thanks
vocal booth without care I won't even talk about stare from angry illogic rappers 'Coz every time they get confronted, they'll try to give you head than
God unless no fear Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack
on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big
is (bang bang bang bang!) And (kkkaaaa ching!) And take your money Rollin through the city, old school on them big boys, 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise, Got the big
Hell, Well here's a little story I've got to tell! About two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams, Who drive across the country just to step on the
job and now she works for six figures 'Cause I'm a self made nappy headed rich nigga Private planes help me travel in peace To four cities in one day and four countries
and that's the way it has to be Myself, Sheek Louch and I'm still MTV I can talk about guns, go out, smack some nuns Then flip and do a song with country
