Lyrics:
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
(I could have been one of the most notorious)
It's Luciano, Tony Soprano
Come up like Pablo, nothin' like Narcos (yeah)
And I'm self-employed,
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You
Master P (Cube)
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sitting on, different benches like it's musical chairs
know it!
This is God's Son the holy phenomenon, the only begotten one
When the next day come, two disciples stood post with John
And looking up caught
No I'm not thinking about 9
I'm thinking 'bout 18
Man it's my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fucking naked
Come down the boulevard, straight
No I'm not thinking about 9
I'm thinking 'bout 18
Man it's my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fucking naked
Come down the boulevard, straight
stand up for yo own, then nigga take a seat
Got a bitch for every letter, that's from A to Z
I need two up on my wrist nigga, A and P
Them minor setbacks,
(I said) We are sparkin up at the dabathon (We sparkin up)
(And I said) Shoutout to my boy John (my boy John)
He is not Johnny Boges, but he's still
looking
P-P-P-push it, keep on pushing
You got the feels but I'm reassuring you bet not let yourself get backed up against the wall
Keep on pushing
Cause
there ain't no stars or stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
the image of God and I'm breathing
Before now though, I was dead in sin
Now it's faith in Christ, quickened by the Holy Spirit
He gave me new life, John Kee
the meaning of being P
I'ma Closed Mouth Playa' that's the meaning to me
Real stand up nigga ten toes never needed no trigga
Striving for 10 figures, low-key
and mortages on houses)
We straight banksta'z (we add and multiply cash by the thousands)
[Prodigal Sunzini]
We bank up with money bags and bring trucks
ain't even got a runner
The ho can be bad, she don't listen, I'm a palmer
I came in this shit by myself, I'm a loner
I'm runnin' up these digits, I'm
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