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Shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette Snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
P.C.P. - a P.C. police victory
P.C.P. - a P.C. pyrrhic victory
When I
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious "L"
Left Foot in the motherfuckin' booth
Lucious!
for feeling fine
We want fun for feeling fine
And find the one
Now I'm not bragging Heaven knows I spend no more nights alone
Lucky me I'm ten foot
do I get a foot in your door?
How do you turn this on?
Had a heart by accident
Did you have it all along?
Slave to the single chief executive
They say I might as well face the truth.
That I'm just too long in the tooth.
Oh I'm an O.A.P. and weak-kneed
But I have not yet quite gone
by myself
I will but y'all, that ain't right
It's time to get it on
Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?

Well I was flying solo down
Pocket full of money (we rollin')
P-p-p-pocket full of money, yeah

Y'all niggas fake as fuck
Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up
I live in
they went into formation
And formed the letters R. I. P.
It was a helluva fun'ral, I say one helluva fun'ral
I gave it all my loving care;
The band
wanna fuck you too
P is for Portman
P is for pussy!
I'll kill your fucking dog for fun so don't push me

[Parnell]
Well, Natalie I'm surprised. All
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
In Berlin, by the wall
You were five foot ten inches tall
It was very nice
Candlelight and dubonnet on ice

We were in a small cafe
You could
it's later than you think 

Never right, yes I know 
Get wisdom, knowledge and understanding 
These three, were given free by the maker 
Go
In Berlin, by the wall
You were five foot ten inches tall
It was very nice
Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

We were in a small cafe
You could
it's later than you think 

Never right, yes I know 
Get wisdom, knowledge and understanding 
These three, were given free by the maker 
Go
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
bitching, you make me want to laugh
You say my foot's in your ass? It's only half
All the work I've done for years and years
Blood, sweat and no goddamn
[Master P]

Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this 
(Yeah G) 
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
and penance by the tongue
Mardi Gras is where I learned to have fun

There's flannel man with a golden ring
And a cruel, north man, smells like kerosene