you know you hoes ain't right Tha way you ride a nigga dick all night Mississippi, you know you hoes ain't right Tha way you bend & pop that pussy all
she want some hennessy nigga fuck amoretta once you fuck this thug girl i bet you wont forget her as soon as the bitch see you lookin she gon back it up on you you
hoe Now you know that's for show are you a real g [silkk] You say you a kill but would you take a bullet for your homie Chorus 2x [master p] Yeah yeah
Traduzione: Master P. Would You.
there off of GT and (?) You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me
all the freaky stuff that you made me do now I'm dead in the middle of a catch 22 tell me what would you do, what would you do, what would you do
bloody, in ???, gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up, an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you hadn't stuttered. [Verse
as a master laid out the music death I unsolute you the boy unknown with gone through I've lost as much psycadelic trip we take there's another more bizzare we have to make would
you out in 2 or 3 minutes, you can time me You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison You small time, you
to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts
the dress gettin' tossed out And if you writin' your name on the wall, was getting crossed out With the R.I.P. next to it I know you didn't think that I would
Your hands out you want my soul in it plus the mastery Then you'll be mine with no limit just like Master P You captured me, I thought you were all I
me Can't you see, can't you see... That when I tell you that I love you, oh You're gonna say you love me too, oo oo oo oo Bow bow bow And when I ask
to a place where the bricks are white And you don't gotta count it 'cause the cheese be right If you knew what I knew You probably get your shit together
awesome, mayn The gray that I give it was off the chain I would love to take you to the Rocket's game But I'd Rather Get Some Bread Now you acting like you
told to you You need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' you You ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for you Cuz my pockets
a spit what I don't know You ain't trappin all day You never see it snow You ain't no P.I.M.P. You ain't got one hoe Just take your foot off the gas baby
