अनुबाद: SpongeBobSquarePants. कैम्प गीत गाने.
Saturday morning, yeah I come in late Just to find if you were there Just to look at your long brown hair And dream a dream out in the hall Was that
like they all legit (c'mon) Frank tell how we did it, go [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c
the applause You comin' home (Zora) But the birds are gone (Zora, is that a pistol?) With they sad songs (What you fin' to do wit that?) They showin' off (C
, their breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G
New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
s the fuse The C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can
that ass in yo' jeans Can Wale be, can Roscoe scheme Long hair, she don't care when she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow bone, DJ this my favorite song
the mornin' But he couldn?t make me day And after that he?s boring me in every single way He had kids all across the land, I just don?t understand So I?m g g
now rockin' wit' The Symphony, yes, sir It's ya boy Fliperachi, the number one fly boy I'm in the building wit' my girl Mya You know we doin' a song
Check, check it out Kayslay, what up, baby? (Yeah) Uh, Ame' (Check it out) Haha, Bravehearts, c'mon Said it ain't too much for me To have you next to
cops everybody clockin Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C
murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the AK Play our, play our C Town, all
, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah, c'mon now Don't stop, screamin' my name, don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC C'mon now, c'mon now, c'mon
to be on for a minute, Man I've been writing songs for a many. And you can ask Kanye, you can ask G-Ro, you can ask Don C. Hip hop why the hell you find
we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me a O G Im from the three tha thirteenth off the wild side
t Get along With them tag-along Let me Get on a song Period gone I'm off the hook like cordless phones My identity so right They think it's wrong G.E.