Lyrics:
manana, why'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma
Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas
While we fuck 'em on camera
It's too late
until I got 'em stutterin' stupid
You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already
impin', they some P's (hustlers)
Some of them sell candy, some sell trees (customers)
Me personally I'm a rapper, and I'm spectacular (remarkable)
Got
(Soulo!), y'all can't fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3
Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine
Puff half
(Soulo!), y'all can't fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3
Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine
Puff half
elephant blood
Listen to me, y'all better not listen to me
Fuck around and catch a case, tryinf to be like P
Listen, a ring on you brother, I'm harming
speed)
Roll up by the P, I'm T'd (I'm T'd)
EarDrummers, one time, what it do?
Dripset, O.D (O.D)
Gimme room like a nigga obese (obese)
I'm iced up,
(DJ Durel) yeah
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
that shit
Or poppin' them P's or shooting up IV
The modern-day slave trade, they blew up the World Trade
Like out with the old in with the new world
have to wait (no you don't girl) oh no you don't
You know you don't have to wait (you don't)
You know you got a V.I.P. pass girl!
[Chorus]
shoes. And Dre is back from the c-p-t. Droppin' some
shit that's d-o-p-e. So f**k the p-o-l-i-c-e! And any muther f**ker that
disagrees. Stuck
Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow)
Cereal, cereal killer (Arf arf, aow!)
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley
After P-P-P stripped you empty
Zagga Zo
Ona-na-na-na
Guerilla Black where you from
Zagga
I'm strictly business, just like EPMD
I'm B-L-A-C-K from the C-P-T
Where they dip
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
down and beat
But I started feelin' strong when Friday finally came along
[Chorus]
T-G-I-F, you know what that means
Get down to the beach A-S-A-P
even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P
ready for your lovin'
oh
I'm ready for passion.
Passion - P-A-S-S-I-O-N - She's ready for his Passion.
Oh
I'm ready for your passion
. . .
Not rated are, I can flow without the be 's
And the F's and the A's, gotta have a taste
To kick, gotta have the P's
To pick up
Runnin two P's of L.G, flip it twice
Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice
Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
All I knew was
get with it, record labels and the industry is sick with it
P.D.'s some really don't know a hit for shit
Kick the bitch if you diss my hit, you might
Cereal, cereal killer
[Verse Three: Redman]
Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
After p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound
what your momma created until it hurt ya
Daddy came to freak it down and work ya what time is it?
P to the B to the P to the A
Lay my game down precise
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