CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : You Ain’t Nothing
Verse 1: ?
x2
You f**king chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the f**k you joking
What the f**k you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing
I step into the battlefield, well, vato you can't over look
Dropping sh*t with Royal-T, Frank. V, Yogi and all the crooks
And we stop right through the blocks
Got pedo we got the Glocks
And you know we can't be stopped
Bada** rolas ever dropped
And we do it all the days
Picking up our evil ways
Drop the top on Chevrolets
The difference is that Low Pro pays
If you don't believe me you'll see mе in my '63
Chromed out to the bone holmеs up in my Fleetwood brim holmes
I got a f**king bag of tricks
Drinking by the pack of six
And I'll grab another one
That's a 12 pack and I still ain't done
Night is young and I am too
Party's on I'm invited too
Crazy f**king place to be
And I f**king aim to please
Rolling in a two tone
Chevy gangster lights on
Flying just like Superman
But I don't got no tights on
42x30's creased up that's how I goes in
Cruising in a oldie
Bumping all them oldie jams
x2
You f**king chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the f**k you joking
What the f**k you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing
Verse 3: ?
x2
You f**king chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the f**k you joking
What the f**k you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing
x2
You f**king chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the f**k you joking
What the f**k you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing
I step into the battlefield, well, vato you can't over look
Dropping sh*t with Royal-T, Frank. V, Yogi and all the crooks
And we stop right through the blocks
Got pedo we got the Glocks
And you know we can't be stopped
Bada** rolas ever dropped
And we do it all the days
Picking up our evil ways
Drop the top on Chevrolets
The difference is that Low Pro pays
If you don't believe me you'll see mе in my '63
Chromed out to the bone holmеs up in my Fleetwood brim holmes
I got a f**king bag of tricks
Drinking by the pack of six
And I'll grab another one
That's a 12 pack and I still ain't done
Night is young and I am too
Party's on I'm invited too
Crazy f**king place to be
And I f**king aim to please
Rolling in a two tone
Chevy gangster lights on
Flying just like Superman
But I don't got no tights on
42x30's creased up that's how I goes in
Cruising in a oldie
Bumping all them oldie jams
x2
You f**king chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the f**k you joking
What the f**k you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing
Verse 3: ?
x2
You f**king chavala
Homie you ain't nada
Now you catch a bala in the side of your Impala
Who the f**k you joking
What the f**k you smoking
Whatever it is got you buzzing cus homeboy you ain't nothing
