Översättning: Precious Metal. Mr Big Stuff.
Something like the Son of Orion Wraps me/ Above Our own love song No one be done. Come on be strong No one be done. Come on be strong Some things come
now chillin' in the smoke house No doubt, no clout, now we're goin' all out Earthball that's all, never let the devil call Revelations little Biggie nigga so long Metal was so precious
one soul Steam steam steam steam Steam steam steam steam Call me for the pleasure You can call me for the path Call me on the phone Or on the metal plane
But don't forget the T it Follows liber in the the constitution Following the part about pursuit Of happiness the bi product Of colonial precious metal
cards poked in his spokes His boots in oil he's patiently soaked The roadside attendant nervously jokes As the angel's tires, strokes his precious pavement
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it
Goin' straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka Rhymes is electric Fire bolts! It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes I got a metal
solo now, and still money I have to fuckin' split Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin' hell gate All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal
of trees Got seas of print, not a soul can read say Why do I drown? You build brick boxes One by one, now they block my sun But it's metal on metal And
style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal
yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow You know I love my style, I'm not a faker I'm the real I'm walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel [Chorus 2
way Search for the heart, in a test way This is the real deal Holyfield, baby feel, keep it real How do you feel, how do I feel, precious metal of steel
got a puss pocket waiting for you got a flesh bubble from huffing too much glue got a precious pimple loaded with some goo dont wanna pop it 'cause
except when 'neath the trees of Eden The lamppost stands with folded arms Its iron claws attached To curbs beneath holes where babies wail Though it shadows metal
like it rough when it feel like you mangled up You know backshots my favorite angle, what? Yo booty wiggle like a bowl of jelly Got me hard as metal,
the early part of autumn Well, she learned to cook the meals and she learned to start the fire And she learned to make jewelry out of stones and precious metals