Lyrics:
And by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas
A general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
There's gonna come a day,
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
[Master P]
(LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh
[Snoop]
Sup P?
[Master P:]
(Ha ha) That's some real shit
(Where the hot boys at,
Where
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
a rockstar
Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar
I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta
Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper
I can
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
a reach
Can't live this life, so latch on like a leach (Let's go)
Freshin' like nestle big drop get some sneaks
Then link up with gang and 'nem (Gang)
Big
been
Watching who walk past without no waving, I been
Telling y'all exactly where to place me, very high
Son my ego sometimes be like yay big, so I
I
And by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas
A general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
There's gonna come a day,
reebok sportin'
Expedition corner spender
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter,
I walked by
Like "Yeah, we about to have some fun here"
Her mouth ain't move but her body sayin come here
Want want want so I passed the key
And got
enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every
it, call me sesh snatcher
I got AIDS, I'm the STD catcher
Big up the bossman, that's my G
Been sellin' sesh to an '03
He been getting all of my P's
He
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
lights low and they movin' slow
They windows way down, layin' down, what they shootin' fo'
T.I.P., the West side Warrior
So you should know that
cold like freeze yea
Can't be moved by the things I see
I really believe so I'm taking a leap
Taking a leap sow and I reap
Gotta repeat yea yea
Planted
chilly (At the top so what?)
Scheming (Shh!)
Thought it then I have achieved it (Uh-huh)
But niggas ain't listen
Don't fuck with a menace (Nah!)
Master P
You talking hot
BEEF
You O.P.P
Then i flock
HEAT
Nigga we not
SWEET
Demons on go
In these dark
STREETS
ZOETIFIED
Gots to eat
You in the way
We aint
the king of the car shows
[Master P]
I see it I buy it, you need it I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I
R-I-P to R-A-P
E-M-I-N-E-M's back with the D-R-E
And I'm the
S-L-I-M (what?) S-H-A-D-Y (woo)
I'm H-I-G-H (yeah), yeah, baby, high
I'm not
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
So I be leaning when I rock slow
Hit you wit that woo
R.I.P to Pop Smoke
Promise I'm the light show
Put my cheddar back
That ting is na-chos
Super rat
it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d.
Sure y'all don't try
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