-Lynn] w/ P's lines after pauses [Sera-Lynn *whining*] I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talking real love to you I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talking real love
Sera-Lynn] w/ P's lines after pauses [Sera-Lynn *whining*] I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talking real love to you I'm talking real love
Traduzione: Master P. Real Love.
Don King should promote talk shows It't the best thing in years to hit the TV 'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love a good
[Intro] Like this! Hit it! So why has it gotta be so damn HOT? [Verse 1: Professor Griff] I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E. Professor Griff
I got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to
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] + (
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks
thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed (Chorus 2x's) (Master P) Smile
, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck, that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger
momoneyrecords@hotmail.com Intro: (Tyron) Come on girl, P. and C.. Sinners doin' the track.. Long as you thuggin'.. We got you Chorus: Tyron (Master P
out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you [Master P] I'm on the
I got 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
where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at [Master P
, ya heard me? Chorus: Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army [Master P
got love for the 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
Up My Mag From My Lab Dem Die Bad, Yuh Ah Nuh Real Gangsta Yuh A Try Bad, Yuh Have -man Bredda Yuh Soon Try Fag, Ah Bowers, Pan Face Like p- Yuh Ah Try
