we coming gunning And I'ma tell you something girl, it ain't about the money We gon thug until the end, and I'm glad you my ghetto honey [Hook] [Master P
Traduzione: Master P. Ghetto Miele.
[Master P] - {repeat 3X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that
Arty, cardy with premium Trust me, for us three, I bust three Triple teaming 'em, Show & A.G. and 'em Without a doubt G.D. and 'em Bout it, bout it like Master P
East Side, where you at , yo what the deely And to my ladies over West can you feel me Tell me what the deal with the south And tell me Master P got
(feat. Master P and Prime Suspects) [Master P] What's up niggas and bitches (ugh) We ain't no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no rookies
? [Master P] Yeah, fuck em' [Sonya C] So Master P, what's life to you? [Master P] Life to me ain't nothing but bitches and money [Master P and DJ
Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
true bitch nigga down to hustle From plan B [Mia X] Like that nigga [Master P] Like that nigga [Mia X] But only if you bout it Master P: Only if you
(feat. Big Ed, Master P) [Master P] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 2x - More money, more money I'm like a bee, trying to make the honey [Master P] I
for the hoes tha be fiedin' for this ghetto funk Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto funk Got 'em fiendin' for the ghetto fuk [x2] [Master P:] Alize whipped
gotta charge it 2 da game [Chorus] [Verse 2: Master P] UGHHH! Green money, I like to count honey, my only bad habit that I like to sell B's honey
[Kool Keith] Example one - master magical magician hold position, enter the club with competition The Great Bartholomew, my spirit follow you Hand back
that motherfuckin' green [Hook x2: Master P] West Coast mobbin' ta dow From the Bay to L.A. bad boys on a mission ta dow [Master P] It's goin' down
(feat. Master P, Big Ed) [Master P] Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes and no sweaters, and life is kinda cold, little kids withdirty
me and the boyz be comin' gunnin' I'ma tell you somethin' girl it ain't about the money We gonna thug it 'till the end and I'm glad that you're my ghetto honey
[Master P] My potna gave me $50, put me in the game, I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters, I got em
[Master P] Boy we bout ta fill they motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope Time to break these hoes of somethin My nigga bunk B Pimp C I mean U.G