Текст песни Suge And Pac, Puff And Big

featuring Hot Boys

[B.G.]

Me the B.G. and Baby my fuckin runner

Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown

About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches

We roll in trucks like Hummers and expiditions

Our relationship like Moses and Jesus

Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us

Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us

Steaks and Fettucini is what they feed us

Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw

Spendin G's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin

Tryin to make a mil y'all

Cuz we roll with the motto, "Ball Til We Fall"

Fuck wit B you bringin B.G. all the way out there

Fuck wit me you bringin Baby all the way out there

Since '92, '93 our love been there

We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare

I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact

Suga Slim just signed a, me and him a contract

? Capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone

In that mansion is where we lay our head at

We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops

Way I bust it like Suge and 'Pac

[Chorus]{ Baby }

Like Suge and Pac

Like Puff and B.i.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like Face and Jay

Like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

[B.G.]

Like Jay and Face

Like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz

Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder

You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder

Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black Hummers

It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer

We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first

and we see play boy to hide our riches

Me and this young nigga we title the snitches

He the muthafuckin rapper and I'm the game stealer

And if you you fuck wit him

I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches

And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace Big Tymers - Suge And Pac, Puff And Big - http://ru.motolyrics.com/big-tymers/suge-and-pac-puff-and-big-lyrics.html

It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck

wit Baby and B.G. wit Manny Fresh's beats

Wit Suga Slim's Brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped riding

Right beside me, nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo life there

I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill

It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money

cause we keep it real

Nigga Believe that

[Baby]

Now what

[Chorus]{ Baby }

Like Suge and Pac

Like Puff and B.i.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like Face and Jay

Like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

[B.G.]

I got love for my nigga Baby

He heard I rap came on Va and seen me

Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy

Cause I'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?

B.G. and Baby, livin good for,

we just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog

Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog

We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog

[Manny Fresh]

Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich

What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit

My brotha Prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time

Nigga I'm gon shine till I die

Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12

I knew this young nigga would end up swell

I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes

cause I knew he's be major at one time

Now I done rolled in the flyest cars

it aint no secret that Baby, B.G. and me are superstars

[Chorus]{ Baby }x 2

Like Suge and Pac

Like Puff and B.i.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like Face and Jay

Like Russ and Run

Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

Manny talkin till music ends