Текст Boosie Badazz – 4, 3, 2, 1

4, 3, 2, 1

I got a hustle that’s unmatchable
A swag that can’t be touched
I got real blood diamonds

4, 3, 2, 1

Realest nigga at this shit

I got deals on tha table
And they talkin big ol’ money
Time to do some big ol’ stuntin’
Hit tha ground, and keep runnin’
Real shit back so won’t you hear it now

I go hard nigga

It’s so addictive, explicit
Contagious
Talk about lickin’, killin in these streets
I’m so outrageous
I’m a army by myself
I put labels on my back
I put candy on my whip
And I put paper on a rat
Got a gift to touch some hearts
And I’m gon’ thank tha man for that
These couple years been hard
But bitch I’m almost back
I like ’em thick
I like ’em slim
I like ’em just right fine
I like my head slow motion
And look in my eyes
Minor setback for a major comeback
You know I wasn’t lying
If I ain’t fuck yo bitch
You know I wasn’t tryin’
My secret weapon Iviona
And she top of tha line
Learned tha business up in prison
I’m on top of my grind
My circle small
Cause half my dawgs fightin’ 1st degree murder
Ready to get back to the streets
And light that 1st degree purple
Promised my niggas in the pen
I was gon’ touch and act a beast
They ain’t comin’ like I’m comin’
Now tha game belong to me
Don’t want Bobby by tha pound
I don’t want Whitney by tha key
I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me
Yo girl a freak
She ate my meat, and ya’ll married
Ratchet
No more walkin’ round with 50 g’s
Plastic
Got a BB shirt on with’ her hair down
Jazzy
A hundred grand a night
Fuckin’ right
I’m still happy
I’m still happy
Tote a pack