Lyrics:
P.I. Yeah, aye, wussup 'cause, it's going down
East side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp see, aye
my paint too wet bitch, never pay my set bitch
boy gon move like skipper he a…
GTA I took my p's and q's to get my health real
Yo Thrasher put up them 808's
Yuh, yuh come round with that paper I done
where I barely even tried
I show my girlfriend off to some boys who sit behind
They laugh and say I'm punching, I say I agree, you're right
There's one
Album number two still no airplay
They rejected number one there's no fair play
I'm so used to getting cut fuck a band-aid
I mean my bookings only
[Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker]
Verse 1 (Silkk)
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin
on dog
There's no limit to what I do, I'm Master P on guard
For that relish green like the Celtics nigga we ball hard
On the block running that rock
You know the whole fit by NIGO
I had to switch up the style (Real)
I was down bad
Now we going up again (Hold up)
Birdman hand rub
Gotta rub it in
anger
Because I don't need the green light
I'll do it when it's green, red, or amber
You're not a bad boy you're a skank
Have look in the mirror and
I
out, Bad Boy
(P. Diddy: tell 'em, talk to 'em)
[Loon]
Now it was me, P-D and three beautiful ladies (uh)
He was in the Ferrari, I was pushin
explore
Boy give me more
So tell me one thing
Lemme Know, Lemme Know
Would you be by the phone waiting for the last call
Would you be there for me
Lemme
waist line
Giggle gyal giggle gyal me seh me a grind
Me nuh look ya face no Mr badmind
Nuh linga forward bad man pull it up
Kotch pon di river creep by
da, cruise da city street
Bump'in Bun B and Pimp C
R.I.P
Jump man jump man jump man
Dem boys up to something
Guess I need to slow down this just too
affi make by the hour
I wanna live and I don't want to die young
Dirty bad mind you better never touch your button
Street life, hustle everyday man ah
stupid
Bad lil bitch say she love me
Who are you fooling?
Pussy ass nigga still hating
Boy, I'm used to it
All that talking and critiquing
Nigga you do it
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
a bad boy only with your mandem
You're an ee-diot i can't rate you
You're an actor, like Denzel
I don't watch, man, I get girls
If you diss me I'll get
the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun this my only life
Gotta live like I know it's mine
Who gon' be there by my side
I can only speak for my nine
Maybe
bruddas round me going up
We them bad boys
We got them baddies round us going up
I was in the studio my brudda told me "Kobe died"
Couldn't even think
like
We'll hook up tonight yeah
I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you haven't been satisfied recently
Haven't been with a P I M P like me
it's lookin' like I run things
Runnin' shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh
the kids who love to dance.
Love to dance
Love to dance
We're the kids that love to dance.
The bad boy's back boy,
On the road with my ipood
pop out and these boys wanna copy (Yeah)
I like my girls mean with a bad little body (Yeah)
And shout out my bro, I just do what he taught me
Call me
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