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Y'all done made me go back to the old me
I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose (All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready <i>[x2]</i>) <i>[Chorus]</i> Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp <i>[Master P]</i> My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP! I'm the only pro baller, without a contract But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up And if they go quack quack put em in the truck It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks I put em in the ville and we both get rich See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin These pimps drink out of gold cups like ?? Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap I said shake it for a pimp, girl do dat there |
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| 2. |
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[Chorus - x4]
Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders And uh, I don't know what they told you boy But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors Then, after the party it's the afterparty And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby [Chorus] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what) Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck We break bread, and wile out in the club If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh) [Chorus - 1/2] Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas) Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama) We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio) Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background] D.C. [Chorus repeats in background] Boston New York Arkanasas Milwaukee Arizona California Philadephia Kentucky Atlanta Nebraska Colorado The bayou The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter Hit 'em up Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck Who wants some, who wants some Motherfucker, who wants some |
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| 3. |
| 3:43 |
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[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 1] I'm country, she country, we country Come closer, it's a free country Damn you cute, girl you fine Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 2] We play football, no pads, she got the cushion I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs And that Latino and Asian mommy Make a grown man want to do the rowdy (WOO!) And beautiful, black chick with the passions on Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog [Break] Hey don't stop, don't stop We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop We can take it from the club, to the parking lot Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!) Head, shoulders, knees, toes [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 3] I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too) Halle Berry head, lease the red (WOO!) Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction She wear boots with her jeans like Free And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police She so sexy, damn so nasty A thug girl, but still so classy Sometime she get vicious In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow |
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| 2:09 |
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<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz Little mama wit alla that (Heyy) Let me tell you where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks hey girl won't you do that dance lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing I like your style and the way you move you make a thug wanna get wit you <i>[Silkk]</i> When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly <i>[Master P]</i> It's about to jump off <i>[Silkk]</i> when I stop by <i>[Master P]</i> we ain't LL but we jus those type of guys thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky My wrist sittin on 24 carats Rookies tuckin in they chains they must be embarassed <i>[Silkk]</i> I slide through grab a couple of bottles later on fly threw grab a couple of models you a balla you outside or in I pulled up theres more outside then in niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts like if you ain't on 20's or above don't park out front some couple of dudes ran up the street tried to park and run get back to the spot once I get back to the yact <i>[Master P]</i> I'm on the dance floor with trina and tasha I'm a actor so its juice and vodka tell the waiter more champagne for shorty we in a V.I.P. and bout to get naughty <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz <i>[Curren$y]</i> Call me on a sunday you no a dawg could roll through in a black 350z with no roof excuse me I don't no what they told you but I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to curren$y the high spitter got hella flows rock platinum rolls white, yellow gold got the world in my hand won't let it go I'm not a lightweight cuz I got heavy dough young dude ice so chunky game so smooth thats why they want me ooh too cool way to flossy if thats your boo you better get her off me <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 |
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(feat. C-Los, Pop Black, Lil D Tank & Ruga)
chorus: Master P Let me see it Let me see it Let me see it Let me see it Let me see that cat Let me see that cat oh BBbbbbitch i don't know what's next but i love to watch porn because i love sex Fuck some bitches and let them suck dick like leeches bridge: C-Los Let me see it Girl I'll make you twirl You son of a gun Let me fuck you hun I'll make you see the sun And you're going to have fun Chorus:Tank Pop Black: Let me see that cat I wanna see if it's as big as a bat Let me see it Becuase i wanna fuck that shit c'mon girl i want to fuck that cat i love you cause you're the shit Let me see it becuase i'll make you see the world I'm like ludacris because i'm pimpin all over the world so let me see it Chorus: Ruga Lil D: Let mee see that shit In return i won't treat you like shit it's the truth, i aint making bullshit Let me fuck that shit if you have one wish like ray j your wish is my command because i'm a baller, but i am not gay im not going to be like frakie j because i don't have to deal and im baller for real and i am not gay like frankie j chorus:Master P, C-Los, Pop Black, Lil D, Tank, And Ruga |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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<i>[Master P]</i>
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it <i>[Chorus: Master P]</i> I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch <i>[repeat 8X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali <i>[wolf whistle]</i> Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle In the club she likes to get rowdy And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me Go to school, go to work, talk proper Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper Get your nails done, get your hair fixed Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists Be a thug chick, keep it real miss Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Halleluyah]</i> Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P - fading out]</i> Do that dance <i>[repeat 4X]</i> Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay! Do that dance <i>[repeat 4X]</i> Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay! |
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| 8. |
| 5:10 |
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[Master P *talking*]
(oh ooh) don't be scared Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E See-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh) [Master P] Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up [Master P] I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me See-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers So represent yo hood, we back on the grind We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999 So holla at me, whody, he's the one who be's Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police Than pass me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+ And make them thugs say fuck y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all Grab it - than take me to the booth Tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my lout [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up [Master P] So duck down, nigga, y'all ready be ready Me and Silkk come to this bitch, like Jason and Freddy Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk Wild out in the club and make a nigga pop that crunk I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos I got a good heart, some bad friends, that's why we grap ten But a nigga ain't scared to die, do life in the pen Real niggas don't change when they hit the fucking block Nigga, free see-Murder, come back so I got ya I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my niggas And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed He a motherfucking liar, heard he rollin with the Feds [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up [Silkk] Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't talk on rap Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em I got the game all twisted, nigga, lets twist it back for ya They label me a gangsta, that's how I was, that's how I will be And it's simple, I can't let no bitch nigga kill me For real, P - Fo real we Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep Now I got a movie for y'all niggas, who like to act I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap (Master P: Nigga, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players (...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he still can get it So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "fuck you" And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up |
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| 3:20 |
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| 10. |
| 3:51 |
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(feat. Black, C-Los, Pop, Tank)
[Master P] Hey ma [repeat 3X] Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Shake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the bottom to the top I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot [Verse One: Master P, C-Los] It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne I keep it gully like I don't even see her Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill I put my number on a hundred dollar bill You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up We them No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up [Chorus] [Verse Two] Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot Get low with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it I'm usually not the type to jock But you sorta like the type that I would like to watch Shake that, make that thang go to the flo' I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH Let's go from the Willow to the Ward Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all [Verse Three: Tank] Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that We in it to win that, body for the weekend You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that right? 'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to fight We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me [Chorus] [Verse Four] Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine Booty bustin out her pants and seams So that may be why her cheeks bounce like kids on trampolines Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can make you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan Now I'm layin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a broad She strippin it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a little math Add me and subtract your pants slow I wanna see you clown on the dance flo' So shake like ya pros and bounce to the banjos [Chorus] |
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| 11. |
| 3:17 |
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<i>[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]</i>
Where them thugs at - there they go Where them thug girls at - there they go Where them ballers at - there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up <i>[Drumma Boy]</i> I pull up at the club, drinkin and I'm gettin loose I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through I'm chillin with P and I'm actin the fool When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of where niggaz shine to stay on the come up Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck Don't be alarmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec Shorty lookin right in her dress When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan I got them broads sayin dude so wicked Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> You can find us on the block with that rock boy I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth 'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel When some shit pop off you better get it how you live From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches We in the club V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches So where them ballers at, shot callers at I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me? <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 12. |
| 3:51 |
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[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english I'm from the hood And you know what? If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?) [Chorus x 16] Don't make me act a fool (what!) [Verse 1] Still posted on the block Still slangin that coke Still runnin from the cops Still lettin those bitches know Still fuckin with your made Beause blowin that ganja Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me Rolling with those head bustas My niggaz spliting wigs A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did Straight from the hood And I represent the street Send money to the pen Still fucking with see (okay!) R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot? Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop [Chorus x 16] [Verse 3] Thug girls, I put my name on them Me and Jon's like the Lakers Going for three rings in the game on them We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga I'm underated like Sam Cassell But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 [Chorus x 16] [Verse 4] I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga We ain't going to the Grammys Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me I'm still rowdy Nigga I'm still bouty Still got them bouncing in the clubs And the hoes still talk about me Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change? [Chorus x 16] |
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| 13. |
| 3:35 |
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Don't try this at home if you ain't no real hustler
I'm like Betty Crocker in the kitchen The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up But just watch and listen and you might get paid [Chorus: repeat 2X] Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV [Master P] The first lesson in the cookin of dope You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop You see some liquid yeah don't po' that out Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house I mean, shake it up 'til the shit turn white And don't sell to no snitches cause that's 20 to life You can't trust nobody, not even your boo You got one pistol? Man get you three or two You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green [Chorus] [Master P] I done made a lil' money and it's time to invest I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy Put some ice on my wrists like I'm goin to the Grammy I'm a country boy so let the truth be told The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold I went to the club, got a couple of hoes Call me Ghetto Bill, I'm tryin to flip me a roll Handle that rock like I'm goin to the pros I got boys that'll tag ya toe Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?} I got it for 16-5 if you lookin for coke [Chorus] [Master P] I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jail Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes I told Drumma, man mix me a beat We in the club shorty feelin the freaks I'm in the hood or I'm on TV You can't mention the South 'less you mention me Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy" And I could never fall off, cause I'll go back to slangin rocks boy I taught the world how to do dat dere So stop hatin man, I mean you right there I'm like, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere It's the New No Limit shorty this is our year [Chorus] |
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| 14. |
| 3:07 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me? What fire is that, what house I'm rollin on? Do I holla at Curt, what's Unc doin? What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?} <i>[Chorus 4X: Master P]</i> Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin <i>[Master P]</i> I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin That's why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angola <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it I'd invest in somethin else if I wasn't already in it Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3 Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies They say we ignorant and we stereotype Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Outro]</i> Heh, he he If y'all don't know us Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me? Y'all can't beat us then join us |
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[Intro: Master P]
When I'm alone my car... I'm thinking about Miss Lorenzo... My girl amy... Sprewells,Giovanni,Daytons,Mo-Mos,Diablows and my girl Ashanti...... [Chorus: Master P 2x] I need dubs when I ride to the club Cruisin with my girl,even rollin with thugs, I need dubs 22's, 24's shinin in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows... [Verse 1: Master P] I see it I buy it, you need it I got it, I could transform a car til' a hally berry body man Regular wheels I banned um, don't stand um I'm the first one to put sprewells on a phantom Girls see me and scream!!! I'm repin Orleans I got toys baby flex ain't never seen Xzibit in the game but he can't pimp my ride, I got everything flip from the in to the outside Them lambo doors 50' talkin bout I had um on a cutless befo' I brought me house I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters 27 diped in crome for the escalator Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark Put light on my rims for at night when they walk Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs Ghetto bill up in here... y'all know what's up! [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2: Master P] From the streets to the pin You know the soldiers gon' win When they see me on t.v. they say he did it again,! From his shoes to his clothes he's ballin outta of contol, From the bentley to the beamer to the hummer with 6 doors... But wody don't stunt, make them 6 fours jump, Like reebox pumps, P miller amps in the truck louis vettan Ferrari, 360 is so clean..... Ashanti rims, that really bing bing And girls trip when they get in the ride I got see-L 5, steering wheel on the other side, And I'm gangsta man, whatcha thinkin man?.... Shawty want to roll cause I'm on them Twinkies man [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: LiL Romeo] Now I'm know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean... Nick name my rims deime (d-e-i-m-e) cause they older then me At the age of 15 man, doin big thinkgs man, Don't hate dog! (why) cause you ain't me man Some say I'm ballin cause my crome stay crawlin Took the phantom for a ride, now they stay I'm night crawlin Never get hungry cause I keep them deep dish'es The people you saw, then they take pictures My hummer sit clean on the shaq's minus 8 White, gold and purple, just like them old days (man...) Now its kinda crazy cause Mercedes getting jeolous (what?) Range won't asanti's but they can't have it All for less its my baby, my boo, if I ever need help! I just scream whoodi whoo!, P miller speakers match my p.miller sneakers The ones on my feet and the ones on my beamer! [Chorus 2x] |
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