Текст песни Big Tymers f B.G., Cadillac - How You Luv That Vol. 2
Big Tymers f B.G., Cadillac - How You Luv That Vol. 2 слова песни
Manny Fresh:Everything on me, my skills pay the billsBuy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheelsI`m the number one pepper star, look at y`allHat to the back, make my way to the barWhen I`m in your town, bling, I`m gon` shineGimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wineCan I have your attention, couple of things I`d like to mentionI stay in a big ass house wit` a big gold fence andWit` the Beemer, Benz, and a TrooperLiving room Supa-DupaSize, SuproseThis a big ass diamond, y`all go ahead and cover y`all eyesLook out here I come, stunt man number oneI`m makin` airplanes outta fifties just for funThe boat, the plane, the Viper manThe 4 TV`s in the black RangeA black boy havin` all these thangsNow how should I ride manBaby:Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11Cause I`m a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronterAnd 10 a ki still a numberI ride Rolls Royce CanisusI took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top BenzieI got these bitches trailin` me nigga, cause I got a little moneyGot these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little moneyBut I got 10 hoes, all with goldsWiot` my name tatooed on the back of they assholesWit` 20 inch rims, that`s how I ride niggaIf you ridin` 16`s don`t ride beside me niggaI`ll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broadsMy block on fire, my niggaz in heatWe clockin` a hundred G`s a weekI boat the yacht, and a screen TVAnd put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin` HumveeSo you niggaz could see meI`m bout to do somethin` dangerousI took the steerin` wheel from the left to right so I could look famousI wear 2 pair of drawers, wit` 2 Rolex watchesWit` 22 bitches on my log niggaI guess that`s the thug in meI lie to these bitches 7 days a weekI put that on my lil brother LD restin` in peaceB.G.:They wan` know how I rideStill get highWan` know how I cross and front the feds, still flossI`m the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin`I`m playin` cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain`t fakin`Wanna hang wit` B and Slim gotta have 10 G`sCause them niggaz spend money like it grow on treesWe ballin` got cars from every companyExpedition, Rams, even a HumveeAin`t that somethin` none of us over 25Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked upYou could live for `Burbs but nothin` but speakers on that truckAh hah, we floss all week manEvery night I got a different bitch under my sheet manThey see me in the drop Jag and get out the wayThey know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next dayCadillac:Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettesCrushed out on my neck with the matchin` braceletUh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eyePut on your shades cause you can`t stand it with the naked eyeWhy, cause I`m a shindaI got diamonds and golds that`ll blind ya, blind yaGet out my way cause I`m comin` throughMan that` `lac in the Jag, yeah and I`m sittin` on 20`s tooLivin` my life like I`m a millionaireHow many young black niggaz you know wit` Rollies and CarliareWrist wear, niggafilled with jew-elsNow everybody wanna shine like CMR CartelUh, Wodie, Put on your `boks and your `baudsUh, and put some 20`s on your Benz so you can shine when you rollWe got the finest cars and the finest broadsBuyin` mansions on Washingtoners we take our garageUh, now you see now we ride, how we rideWit` VCR`s and Playstations, wit` the wood insideFor sheezy boyHow you luv thatDone it again BGeezy off the heezy