out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes
do nothing else, then shake the streets That's why I'm glad big rap gave a dang to me And my nigga Master P gave the flame to me Making hits after hits, what
, gotta stay cool Verse 5 (Master P) As I lay me down to sleep Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g Cause its crazy its wicked I got niggaz
do what you want to, what you want do? (gunshots) Nigga dance The man make the money The money don't make the man We could do what you want to, what you
Record Producer: Hey, yo Rome..what up? This Quake man, ya album is ridikilous the shorty's is gon' crazy. So ya know ya got ta get out here man. Diesel
die in vain I'm protected by a motherfuckin click full of riders Tru niggas don't fall off with that tank right beside ya [master p] We the worlds biggest
my homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni's Now when we on the road trying to get this paper and phone call away is what you say But some times you got to find
ya muthafucking choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one, not just one And if ya want some get some, I bet we got some (What up, what up?
the stripes Hah Bra I told you there wasn't no limit I told ya like I told him Like I mean what I say what I say is what I mean I talk mo shit than Muhammed
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut. (Chorus Eightball an Master P
on you can hustle wit it Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it [Master P] They call me the Ghetto Bill got
life Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm [Master P] Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright I got my own paper, I learned to shake
got the tank [Chorus One] [Master P] Say that then [Weebie] I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up You know Weebie and Master P,
get yo mind right I kno down bad Lets go to da crib you can bounce dat ass Hoe (chorus) x2 (master p) Take it off, break it off, shake it off Hoody
[master p] Yeah heh heh Y'all ain't think I was gonna make somethin' for y'all Funky hoes this year, this is for y'all pussy poppin', shake that ass Goin
dogg] I tell you all my problems, share my deepest secrets with ya Hit ya on the side, girl you down to ride I feel so safe with ya, get cha what you
[master p] I got five on the trizzay, today is a gizzay Jumped in my chev on the way to the dizzay And I'm a ring ding dong like dre But I'm strapped
me now, feel me now, feel me now Pulsating move the boom-bip orthodox hip-hop we Move the new shit I sing ya sound, sing ya sound, sing ya sound So