번역: 키드 프로스트. 이 짜식 다이.
know You my nigga, peace, to Biz Markie, yeah Boy, you know the biz, remember back on the bus When we had the bus an' was sharin' it biz? Yeah, I ain't forgot it, you my nigga
and makin' barrels of bank Yeah, so niggas save that punk shit I'm stickin' to that funk shit 'Cause that's how I was raised and my real niggas want this
yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas, eat kid
hands and feet you know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin' down Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack? The sack? Nigga
road Yo Frost [Kid Frost] What up dawg? [SPM] Let me hit the pine o fine I done jumped in this game And now it's mine all mine [Chorus: Kid Frost
crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to where he snuff a nigga Dont have a toast, yo, you fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga, the
of bank Yeah, so niggas save that punk shit I'm comin with that funk shit See that's how i was raised and my real niggas want this So nut up or keep
Keep everything on Blaze always Nigga this only nineteen thousand yo check this shit out I want my thousand dollars now I don't give a fuck I went up
ready for the take down? Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop, Make your whole click catch the greyhound Geto boys, master p, dj screw, kid frost
lay a nigga's kid) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke,
'm so high, I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous By the look in your eye When I ride by, I don't care, G-Units goin' straight To the top this year Nigga
I still ain't done Until this day I wish that I could bring back Pun Yeah, I know you can't take it, kid See, it wears the pants in this relationship
own reflection, diamond frost the mirror Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter Floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas You wish you knew the way, the kid
the menu Shut the shop down on purpose, work this Four-fifth like I'm runin' for prez I peel lead have you runin' from shots Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid Kid
it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight Godbody, House your Party, watch the kid 'n' play Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
pushed a fat guy I sigh, ain't no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next
