Lyrics:
take it from that P-A-T
Do you like what you see
Tell me what else you done heard about me
Is it strange to see, that I be's a G
So take it how you want
take it from that P-A-T
Do you like what you see
Tell me what else you done heard about me
Is it strange to see, that I be's a G
So take it how you want
I know some ladies they just want to have babies
Collect child support from rich men in Mercedes
It's cool, but that's not what players do
Get with
the devil got hold
I don't know what he
Gon do with me
(I don't know he gon do with Me Know he gon do with me)
If i take this pill I don't
Know what's gon do
reach (It's Gucci)
I do what I want, you do what you can
You a dope boy, I’m a dope man
Six hundred horses in my V, sellin’ P
That bitch use to be thick
Ttt! You are special, S.
T-O-P, TOP!
Have you ever seen a spinning top?
Have you ever made it S-T-O-P?
See what you can do
Just by being you
You made
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
Representin' its motherfuckin' no limit up
Bout it bout it rowdy rowdy
Slodiers Soldiers Soldiers Soldiers
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (we soldiers)
Huh
the p**** up and I'll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever
That's what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this s*** and think about what
mean that you a real man
What you do for your kids last
Buy designer that's cool I spend time like a real dad
Good vibes I don't seem mad
Outside with No
plays, twerkin' off a P
Broke that bitch down, I been hustlin' all week
All week
Let's do it
Uh, fuck you niggas that be tellin
This one for my trapped out
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
B***
R.i.P Shaq
Ah ah
There ain't no telling what I miss him like
So it's C side sailing
You know fish fi fry
And And
If it's a different vibe
Then
bout
Yeah
All I do is get to the guala, all I do is get to the bread
Yeah yeah
By any means and necessary, gotta get this guala
Whew
If a p**** n****
off
Fuck the world nigga, haha (beotch)
We back wodie! No limit! Snoop! (woof woof) p! And magic
So what I want y'all to do right now
Bounce! (shake
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
loud)
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (yeah)
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear
I put the G into the grind
An my T's one of a kind
That's why I'm leaving them behind
Make the P then multiply
An I keep it by my side
Just to gimme
fake ballers, you know what to do
(Master P In Background)
Girls, We Like Dem Girls
We Gotta Have Them Girls
We Like Dem Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls
you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
She got ho tendencies
Plus she fucked the whole P$C
Gon' set it out pimpin'
Come
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
myself
I don't need nobody help
I do bad all by myself
I don't need no nigga help
You ain't felt what I done felt
Some days I feel always wrong
Why
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