bucks from my chrome [Hook] UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh Feel it, back up off me, my trademark Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh [Master P] Gon' pack me
Mississippi River Back up off me Back up off me (Feel that motherfucker nigga, feel that) Back up off me, nigga Back up off me My trademark Bitch get off me
Traduzione: Master P. Back Up Off Me.
be screwing Man hold up... [Lil' Flip] Put the mic up, I'ma let y'all know I'm the Freestyle King Got more ice than Dairy Queen, I pull up very clean
You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (
m burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told me you respect me, now tell me
me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar
up Holla back [Chorus: Master P] Hey hoe (Trick get off me), Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me) Niggas get the fuck back (Move), Hoes get
boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country, cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris
girl Verse 2: (Master P) I wanna be your best friend girl, call me Poppi Hit me on the celly, you need me you got me I wanna show ya another side of
4 models in the back of my truck 18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff Waking the BLOCK UP! [Verse 3: Master P] Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just
Master P) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wootay, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny
flossing I had the miny van back up off me ran to his room the safe was wide open Kim right behind me hollering I'm open you ain't gonna tell me cuz he
ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again
stomp Like ?Ole-Ah-Sah?, fire music, makes me high [Chorus x2: Perverted Monks] So what's it gonna be, gonna be Nigga, back up of me Steadily, steadily
Never fail, KRS I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me I keep it grimey, chase me, you will never find me
back to Reality You aint as bad as me I get down For my clan Till they call me your magesty Nigga fat as me Still fuck with strategy My dick stuck way up
