Il testo della Sorry about that

(chorus - biggie sound)(2x)
I'm smilin' in front of your crib
U ask why, i'll tell you why
I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street
A lil' hennessy, a glock, you're dead
J. glock!

(verse 1 - j. glock)
Come on, i'm black coat, i'm the mob
I fuck your biiiiitch
Over, over, you know those sharp needles
Are right heeeeere
We don't know how you stop there
Get out! let's go, we're heeeeere
Your meal tonight will be the basis of grain
Rampa-g broke the chain, i'm like a g, oh man
I'm like a gangsta
In limozine, my ak will sneeze
Don't be my friend, my belt is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh)
No paper, no a bitch to get you to say good things
You'll end up comin' out of our games
In da hood? you'll be whipped
I don't think you're tripped
Yeahhhh!

(chorus - jim rampage)(2x)
I'm smilin' in front of your crib
U ask why, i'll tell you why
I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street
A lil' hennessy, a glock, you're dead
Come on biggie!

(verse 2 - biggie sound)
We picked up those packets
The facts are that you're not on maps (yeah!)
Take off the bandana, we got extra caps
We flew in the your baby's crib
Ready? no? we'll lay you down this street (come on!)
Fuck your niggaz, i'm preparin' my fingers
My ar-15 will sing
T.b.s. thug isn't just singers
My niggaz are turnin' the stringers
Blah-blah and shit, the true biggie is restin'
Are fastin'? his niggaz are wastin'
Yeah, let's go niggaz!

(chorus - j. glock)(2x)
I'm smilin' in front of your crib
U ask why, i'll tell you why
I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street
A lil' hennessy, a glock, you're dead
Rampage!

(verse 3 - jim rampage)
Are you ready for death
I'll show them a path (woo!)
If you don't come, we'll get them
We on the sly, then cut them and hang them
Generals like taliban his little crib explodes (boo!)
Mo'fucka you're ready to go?
Tomorrow, you'll fly like a swallow
Runnin' like scooby doo (yeah!)
Throw in their soldiers like ducks
There will be lucky your niggaz bucks

(jim rampage talkin')
You're burstin'!
Ok, ok! damn, will kiss the ground!
T.b.s. thug generals are shootin'
Me, the fake biggie and j. glock
Ok, let's go!
(* rain fallin' *)