Songtext:
[black rob - almost mumbling] Bonn Homepageerstellung They said that i'm a rottweiler And i'm from the rottweiler house, the rottweiler new york
[g-dep] Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do When you ready? shit i was born ready And i was already on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap i can coach ya Attack like a vulture, see what i told ya? Folien bedrucken Said i'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, i see the big picture If it's to get richer, i'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with diddy (*phone sounds*) Red bone pretty, when she get aroused Like to suck her own titty; put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Immobilien Köln Won't reach out, and ya bet i won't visit 'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen
(chorus) Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (let's get it)
[g-dep] Visitenkarten online Creep with your people Though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front but you lookin Once i throw the hook in proceed to get cookin With the game when i sewed it Since you came thought i owed you one Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking? Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him With my man's type proper Kunststoffpaletten Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, who are you? beat it 'fore we take off make sure you all seated In billboard read it, believe it
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[g-dep] Soul controller, rap ayatollah Kids hate me when they older i put cracks by the stroller tourismus zürich I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter Bet i flow straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of order" Put the high score up Then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in europe Head on the tour bus Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from estee lauders Call puffy to order
[p-diddy] Aiyyo, call me diddy - i run this city Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all hawkin like yusef Cause i can, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go harlem I get worldwide coverage Got so many spots i don't even buy luggage, ya love it Make moves major, hide out in asia If your girl keep comin around them i'm a blaze her I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, and i'm filthy, c'mon
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[black rob (puffy)] I be the eastside soprano, rob marciano Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay rob How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing If i go to jail again i'm goin under the bing Act like you gon' pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent "a" block in sing sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen Moves for paper, booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said i did it (he ain't do it) now let's get it (let's get it)
