Вершы:
Ya Boy Chillin

chillin', Grey Goose chillin', somethin' somethin' chillin', but ya know I'd give it all to be chillin' with yoouuuu chillin with yoouuu(x2) Let me chill

Trois And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars And it ain't no stop to this I can't help it, I'm an optimist And I'ma make ya head bop to this

, e gotta come strapped with out gats. We don't want to but ya'll make us act like that. Picture a thousand Bad Boy cats ready to blam you. La familia, I steal, ya

ya riding young never can tell Light skin top call it blue cantrell Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and If I don't make it prolly go to big boy

beg for me to stop, but I'll just keep coming You're fucking with the illest fool in Southern California I can roll with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya

] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy

Yeah, all the ladies say ho, all the hoes say (Ha, ha, ha) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left

chillin', I'm killin' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house Let ya hair down baby,

the 'Illmatic' on bootleg Shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead Wayne did 'A Milli', 50 did a millie, Ye too But what Em did was silly, the white boy