work from tha stove Cop it cook it chop it What ya'll wanna do This that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to What ya'll wanna do, what ya'll gotta say
Preklad: Lil 'Flip. Čo Ya'll Wanna Do.
? Oh, what? Boom, boom Say what? Say what? Boom Talk to 'em T-pain Baby, I'm a Dogg, I'm a Dogg Beware, beware I'll do whatever, however I want, I want
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya
the Round table, to discuss what the cost is Money, change you, devils, angels We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do Respect, power,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat
outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in Mistakin' the bloody victims Ever if ya
lil bit of wealth Tryin' to help they self And I really can?t blame you 'Cause I do the same too Man do what you gotta do But what I'mma do is keep
ya head, yup I?ll do it to the heart, rather leave em? dead, Before my time, but I?m still ahead, Of all ya?ll, all ya?ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it
You can smell it once the plastic rips A hot plate will make ya swell up if ya gasket clicked You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't hafta pitch Play
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started
Them haters made me keep my pimp game tight, Ya'll the type of fools that make a nigga wanna cut, Like shots of Patron make a nigga wanna fuck, But I
Baliey's Look and learn, don't ask me what I'll do to ya lady Now what I'll do to ya lady, I'll do to ya life Come through, break you, get out with
follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where? [Common] Look! I made ya look, ya dirty
new bostin' and ya act brand new and get a brand new coffin lil bro i got ya hold ya weight and imma spot ya all ya need is the combination to the locka
fake Nikes? Lock ya old ass down low lil Ron Isley I been icy since Minute Maid made Hi-C Tellin' me she Pisces don't do signs Do check signin's Tyga
