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or cop a plea
Pushin p
Pop out a piru
Don't you upset the g
I'm pushin p
Know this shit take time
I just make it look easy
Pushin p
Pushin p
I make this

c-dollar-c-P, uh
Hunnid gold teeth and a hunnid gold teeth
I was young, and I was hung
cnd I was runnin' in the streets, that's G.

Boh, boh, boh

Dom P. ballert
Score für die Squadra, score
Attaque, Haaland (Loco Okocha)
Original Paris connect
Extendo-Clip in 'nem

[Master P talking]
Ronzo, shut the door on that Cougar partner
It's time to get pervin'
Keyon, pass the dank man (Yeah man)
Yo G you wanna hit (Yeah,

just crowd-pleasing?
And you're moving back to Leeds and
Going to art school
Taking cool pictures of rainy days

G-g-g-go away
P-p-p-please come back

B, C, D, E, F, G 
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T, U, V,
W, X, Y ET Z,
Je connais les A, B, C, 
Les A, B, C, D, E, F, G.

English:
A, B, C, D, E,

And as a matter of fact o sa afli rapidly
And b*tch you dig that, la fraier ii cer garantii
O sa dam față-n fata si-o sa regreti tot ce-ai zis, G.

Am dat tot

club
Prolli outside still, tryna get up in da club
Wassup!
Pretty bitches in da V.I.P.
Notorious
Do it B.I.G.
A lil bad jawn twerkin on my left
Dat's my

Stomp

Drew's Famous

Drew's Famous Top Christian Countdown

put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came

In My Blood

Scarface

My Homies

1998

the G.
And I bring the B-O-M-B,
Nigga.

[Chorus]
It's in my blood. 
Smokin, sweets, drink forties to the suds,
And fuckin' wit' these thugs, nigga.

Weed and Money

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas

(P and Silkk)
Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's
Livin'

P.I.M.P.

Jeff Lorber

Hidden Beach Recordings Presents: Unwrapped, Vol. 3

2002

P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking

raised sky high, Admit, Ima fly guy
Glass clinks, pass Mai Tai's, I'm lit, I'm sky high
It's Keelo P. back at his post, here to give you the most
You got

like I'm Durkio, yo I'm puttin' belt to ass
Niggas on that hype should be the first nigga to crash

First nigga to crash
First nigga to crash
Yeah
G.

JUST LIKE NO ONE'S LOOKIN' p1
G D G Em
Dance, Dance just take a chance /now you're really cookin'
G D C D
Catch the beat and move your feet /just

of Adidas
They're thinkin they're G but they actin' like some
They screamin' "oh feed us" cause they hungry for that beef
But before you get through P.

I'm going home
Skinny girls and cigarettes

R-E-G-R-E-T
There's no way that I'm into that
It hurts, yeah but P.S
I love you

R-E-G-R-E-T
There's no way

you think, aye
Swank city
Feeling cool as P. Diddy
Grab a glass and put your pinky up
Tonight we light the city up
And everybody showing ya love
Swank

Pushing my P. Which my muscle
Watin my eyes done see
No gree, no gree for lost
See me for church
Praying to God on my knees
Make I no fall back to my sins
I

The Grotto, bitch)
If he ever turn up missing
Down with O. P. P.
She gave me tail
With her hands out the sunroof
Said where her mans
Somewhere jocing in

Everywhere we be we V.I.P
When we step up in the place they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we talk the way we walk we keep it P.I.M.P

clase ustedes en Spirit
No me entiendes te hago un video lyric
Si tú eres Biggie
Yo soy Tupac, voy a ponerme de apodo P. Diddy
Pa' los gustos están

likrat kala
P'nei Shabbat n'kabelah
Hitna'ari me'afar kumi
Livshi bigdei tifartech ami
Al yad ben Yishai beit haLachmi
Karva el nafshi g'ala
Lecha dodi

on the third
Then you betta see me on the fifth
Boy I kept it G off the rip
If ya talking bout the last of the real
Then ya betta add me on the list
I put the P