Lyrics:
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
you're needed you tool
I know you're consumed
By the thought of revenge what a fool
In my palms is the legion of doom when we get in this room
Let it be
you believe
Girls are more fun, oh
Oh, the world is confused, you read it in the news
Every day they're findin' somethin' new, ho, oh
Girls are
miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A lovegame, a lovegame
Hold me
static, I strap tools
Next up!
Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony
[Erick Sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got,
discuse sika aa den
Y3shie p3 sika yenshie gyime aden
Yengyae hustle agyes3 baba ab) naben
Ab) naben
Glock in my hands, fuck with me,you gon' hear
more fun if wiggling baby (yea, can you believe it?)
P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it,
Nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it
of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun
They gonna shoot us in the air mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your
turn it, stick it, dunk it
P-p-p-p-pump it!
I think about you when I masturbate
You can't even believe it but that's OK
On the microphone I
rollin'
And smack ya neck back, ya drop off, fallin'
I haven't seen my mama in a week
And she ain't even ran her mouth about me
Fuck that, I ain't give
the side of the road
But each time the devil's caught me I remembered what they taught me
In brush arbors by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas want to let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But
tuck in your chin
Pail by your bedside
Now the breathing begins
Oh, oh God
Just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let
tuck in your chin
Pail by your bedside
Now the breathing begins
Oh, oh God
Just let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let
Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah
You can find me in the club
Sipping on Hennessy just for fun
Damn, I really can't believe that I
Thought you was the one
You
Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah
You can find me in the club
Sipping on Hennessy just for fun
Damn, I really can't believe that I
Thought you was the one
You
to us
And stay in power with trust
We gotta believe and not solve
By learning the truth
Not self-destruct and make excuses
So believe in the King
If you
o p'in
Eni t'oku l'otan fun, fun eda t'owa l'aye - ireti wa
A'ye s'in lo oh, t'eda ba si wa l'aye
A'ye s'in lo oh
Then as long there's life, there is
the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
ODBs
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won't let me keep it
Well let me keep it
I never speak it
Keep it a secret
It'd be peak if any
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
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