Bản dịch: Slip N Slide Express. Peer Pressure.
Uh uh uh Everywhere I go (What happens) People ask me (What, what) Yo dealer, you smoke weed (No doubt) And I just tell em' YEAH! Two weeks later, they
Au college des coeurs brises On apprend a oublier A effacer pour toujours De sa vie le mot amour Au college des coeurs brises Des le jour de la rentree
Au college des coeurs brises on apprend a oublier a effacer pour toujours de sa vie le mot amour Au college des coeurs brises des le jour de la rentree
I don't want to do it. Come on, come on I don't want to do it. Come on, come on I don't want to do it. Come on, come on All the kids are doing it. Peer
[feat. Traci Nelson] [Snoop Dogg:] If I do if I don't if I will id I won't I mix the C with the P and live the G with the funk Got you rapping at school
: I don't want to do it. Come on, come on I don't want to do it. Come on, come on I don't want to do it. Come on, come on All the kids are doing it.
: [feat. Traci Nelson] [Snoop Dogg:] If I do if I don't if I will id I won't I mix the C with the P and live the G with the funk Got you rapping at
[gunshot] {Hey Mario} {Easy!} [Sheek Louch:] D-Block, Vinny... Idol Let's go Uhh, uhh, uhh Hey yo "Walk Witt Me," still got the hawk with me But tonight
[bang, bang] [Sheek Louch:] Yeah, Poobs whattup nigga? Sheek Louch, new album comin son, _After Taxes_ [tires squealing] Fucked up Aiyyo, fuck that
[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!} [Styles P:] Better let these lil' niggaz know _Time is Money_, I'm back You want beef anybody just call my name
[Jae Hood:] Your man Hood'll critical your boy condition Toss em in the pot let him get discovered by some old man fishin Your bout to get jurisdisiction
[J-Hood:] Damn The 'gnac got me fucked up Poobs You sure you can drive my nigga? Drunk out my mind, Courvosier got me twisted In the passenger side
{Hey Mario!} [Styles P:] Straws let's go nigga Vinny Idol on the track [Straw:] Aiyyo I tell niggaz blow me quick Fuck the best bulletproof my tints
{What is this?} [Styles P:] I-95 baby Keep rollin Let's go Tre, it's your turn daddy Rollin down I-95 (rollin) damn near crash Daydreamin I got cash
[click-bang] [rapid automatic gunfire] [Sheek Louch:] Stop frontin, aiyyo [Chorus x2: Sheek Louch] Lies, rumors, rumors, lies Bricks, bundles, birds
No matter the weather Got the mac or baretta To tear the back off a fella Nigga im strapped for whatever I'm down for the cause Bust a round of applause
[Verse 1:] Screw a Blazer Im up in the joint fatigued out Cuz whereever I go the shooters and thieves be out Mighty Mighty D Block homie thats who we