Lyrics:
es un estimulo
Parpados caidos 4 am trabajo continuo
Mi crew pone su nombre
Año 9-7 en Gómez
Solo es pulir mi sonido y burlar tus horizontes
Es r-a-p
shot UZ'
Put your finger in your gun shot wound
Run to spittle and tell 'em P Crack not COOL
He on that shit that 'ill make a dead man move
Stop
know who in it P and Lezzy (P and Lezzy)
Blowin',???? then he passed it to Haniffy
Tell me Crakk is off his grindin'
I'm in the heaviest weight class
the looks to the field yo
We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse
Three hoes screamin 'cause they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all
let's do dat there
[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
[Silkk & Master P talking]
Yo, P was happening dog
Ah man, it's still a dross you know, but the game then change these
youngstas than made it bad,
To bob your head, 'cause I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'
Music that's non-stoppin'
P-poppin' for
my t's and dot my I's
Better say hello, don't you dare say goodbye
I'll write sincerely yours and sign my name
P.S. I love you forever and today
bubblin' yo (bubblin', yo)
Set we mind at ease, we got to take it slow
So when you see the S.P. floatin', don't provoke him
'Cah the girls we be pokin',
on going
We know what we say
Party everyday
P-p-p-party everyday
Got a feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good
knew
P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks
My tape is off safety,
P-P-P
Engineerin' the cut is E Double E
Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "Bass"
This goes out to my niggaz and why'all
hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm puzzling, huh
Puzzling, huh
Puzzling, huh
P-P-P-Puzzlin'! Huh
get it on
We just getting warm, operation Quiet Storm
Silent wars or we silence the fours
Hav, P, and Nas, got it in the smash, fo'sho
Now it's
bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (C'mon)
(C'mon) Bring me some more ass to whoop on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you
Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz
Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' they
C'est d'chanter le bonheur
Même si ton p'tit cœur est bien lourd
Swing troubadour
Rien pour toi n'peut effacer
Les beaux jours du passé
Même si
a foreign, but it's rented
Uh, we gettin' money for real, we ain't trippin'
Nigga be sayin' they pushin' that P, whole time, nigga be sittin' back bitchin'
on the TV screen (ah)
Weed tems match the tans, the black match the greens
Mclaren P1 (skrrt), with the M16
Oh, I (oh, I), oh, I (oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Watch my cup when you step, that's like five hundred worth of lean (big drank)
Watched 'em die out with 12 (12), send a prayer, up the beam (P-I-P
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got
down!
What do you deserve from me? N-O-T-H-I-N-G
Why do you always have to be so C-R-Y-P-T-I-C
Save the calls for my kitty, C-H-A-R-L-I-E
Wish you
smoking sour with my woes
We can bang out if a lame drop a load
We don't hang with the folks, Got the P's for the low
Jewelry bling blow bitch my chain
in the valet my white T smells just like a P
When I say P I mean a pound when I say T I mean a town
So take these P's to the T Let's go in the key
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