Lyrics:
don't pay up you just get got
[Master P:] Ahhh, well what about yo babydaddy, what he did?
[Ann:] That motherfucker was trying to sell dope, and smoke it
thang)
(It feels good, yeah) Naughty, Naughty
Hey, ever since back in the day
From, "O.P.P." down to, "Hip Hop Hooray"
Who invented party anthems
of evenings
And man you better believe it
Cause yeah
Whoever needs to hear this
You got to get up and go
It's hard to put in the legwork
But homie, hope that
P
And what I have on my platters mad fatter
Than the average rapper who likes to blabber jibber-jabber
It's hard refraining from being so entertaining
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
as real as it gets
And bitch I would never be hit with by intellectual weaponry
Ain't no one gon' disrespect me, or compromise my integrity
Say what my
get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...
ain't what it used to be
But it gets better
It gets better
I remember the times
When we used to ride bikes
When I was jacking yutes
Just to get by
Cah
answers without no questions
You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y'all was no exception
It started out as fun and it was all about
can't sleep
It's hard for me to think
I'm concerned
Need a shrink
A better mink
Cuff rappin'
But in sync, I'm a P
She put her P on me
Q-R-S-T-U-V
If we get the drop on an opp we gon' bend it?
If we get the drop from the thot we gon' send it
If we get the drop on the charge we gon' kill it
If we
rich, 40 chicks in the mix
How freaky can shorty get
Domino effect, one by one, they all go down
I'll be done by the sun... up
I got stamina
If I can't
Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky
Worldwide, nigga it's 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the times
I ain't had this much fun
(Fun to me)
Comedy gold, I don't give a shit and you probably know
Have it on your Bromley-by-Bows
'fore I get dark like only night knows
Linkin
R.i.p to all my niggas
Im tryna make it out
21 My year aint
Taking no handouts
Cause i remember standing on that
Block selling rocks
My nigga bam got
Snappin right now, I'm with it, been snappin
In the booth goin' hard
Put your niggas up, turn up, just turn up
Better wear those niggas off, just
the weak get bopped
By the sniper and their names get cropped
Me and P are too fast... We can't get stopped
Anything in our way, gets rocked
Anyone in sight,
If you come with me then you gon' spread your wings
We gon' fly away, baby, to a better scene
Fuck the government, yeah, I know they lovin' it
Talkin'
to the
girl you betta get her you better get
Her it wont be long this tiem im going off on the fella
You betta get her you better get her,
you betta get her,
told you I could not
Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon
I'm in Ibiza smoking that reefa time to have fun
Boat to Mallorca surrounded by water pass me that rum
Yeah I hit up Malaysia, hit up Thailand and I
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
a risk without my stick, was just my sign now
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, can't take a risk all by myself at all
Better not get yourself
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it
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