Lyrics:
fucking with my side bitch so much my main bitch can't stand it
Hunned racks in three months, man this shit is outstanding
Seen a dollar go to stupid
I got this bad lil bitch, she a bopper She keep On suckin' dick, can't nobody stop her
In five minutes, yeah, she know I'ma drop her
Nigga, don't
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
hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You feel me?
the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash,
featuring Big Ed Lil' Ric
Verse 1 (Master P)
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had
try to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap, bitch, two in your body
Grab your folk,
this drank, bitch, I step in heels
God, my head hurt, I been poppin' so many damn pills
Now my bread hurt, I just bought a crib up in the Hills
Got
surprises
Its P pussy
Please push me
Remember when we used walk in and they seen 3 rookies?
A nigga never been as broke as me
I like that
Still we never
now (go)
Thirty P plank, finna meet with Bob now (Bob)
Put her in a pent', I won't even stop out (mmm-mmm)
Me and Eggo courtside, call him Tata (like
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
boogers
By the time it took a motherfucker learned to print more
Isn't she a looker if an ordinary hooker just another bitch cloned
Ever since P Abstract
shot down
Youngers selling shots now
You can't tell him stop, how?
Win by any means
Bitch this ain't the chorus
I show you how to stack them p's, teach
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
my bro hit the back he get slop top
High fivin while she in the middle this our thot
Yo bitch she get cbg'd
Now he gon crash out
Don't be a crash dummy
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav', yeah nigga, V.I.P., yeah
It's our means, Curtis, 'Billion Dollar Budget? Jackson
Go 'head be mad
We pop out in yo city, bitch
We pop out with this glock, nah (swear)
We popped out in yo city, bitch
They waiting for my drop, nah (what?)
I might
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
inside this shit
That boy betta duck and bob and weave the way we slidin in this bitch
This hoe wanna fuck whoever in charge the one wit the rank and shit
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
brought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceilings?
Nigga, No Ceilings
Step up in this bitch, 5 o'clock in
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
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