shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot me So shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot
Oversættelse: De kampe. Skyd Me In The Smile.
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
lettin' off they lead around the corner Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth So
a Hata All eyes on me While I'm at your table Take a shot, baby maybe two Bring out the devil Inside of U Just one shot, watch what I do Till
for me (oh yeah oh yeah) pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah) pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah) pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah) pray for me yeah (oh yeah
line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me
to the head Boy, you can't mess wit a mad and hard head Fool, I'm a straight low neva broke 'Cause today I be a balla, shot shot caller I don't give
lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Well, call me 40 Below Well, I could take a little cold shot And
wild Shoot 'em all down with the flash of your pearly smile Honey, but you met your match tonight Oh, that's right You think you'll knock me off my feet
wild Shoot 'em all down with the flash of your pearly smile Honey but you met your match tonight Oh that's right You think you'll knock me off my feet
shit so light some matches up Came a long way from Bucks serving lates all day in my chucks [Can I help you?] A little green on my break for lunch Got me
me run up on yo' ass and you end up in the past When I buck 'em, touch 'em, fuck 'em, now you clutching laying down Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile
gym mats Rats run the wire while I'm looking for a match I go back and forth just like a cameo song Honeys wanna love me but the line is too long I make
fist, brakin' out my list Of all the suckers I'm out to diss There's none to match me, or ever catch me Off my guard so they can scratch me Off the MC
make a hard rock smile You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne Show me some love hon, show me
start splittin I'm tryina explain to you how hard I'm hittin Girls out front can't wait to touch me Fellas look mad, but they won't rush me Keep it all