Lyrics:
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
understand pimpin' from the south
Big Red Rudy from the south with a master plan
Punk Motherfuckers Try my patience but don't know what's up
Grab the grenade
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
Posin'
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
blades best bring grenades against
A true master
I got a mocha complexion, high complexity
But no complex about being who I be
Pants saggin', only
You Know That We Got All The Goods
Loudpack I'm Smokin Smell Like A Dump Truck
You Is A Goofy Swear You Donald Duck
Throw A Nade Trough The Window
best bring grenades against
A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts
Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death 'til
best bring grenades against
A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts
Spit rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death 'til
[Featuring Kane & Abel Mia X Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherfuckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up
[Intro Master P]
What's up niggas and bitches.
It's the motherfuckin' kisarme.
It's No Limit, Master P.
I'm a introduce y'all
on the ground
Let's get it started
Slide to the left
Shake it to the front
Move it all around we flossin' baby
Look at all the nades we tossin' baby
been making
Start to seem like you've been flaunting
U-N-L-K-Y-1-3
Means atleast triple the beat
G-R-E-N-A-D-E
Drop it of on your feet
Body parts in
It's bouta be a warzone in the streets
We let the flows rip, like grenades on a beat
Sheesh
A lil itty bitty weed
A line of that loco coco for me
Ayy
What's this, about 40 g's we got right here (Yeah about 40 g's)
[Verse 1]
My millions made I'm rich, caps explodin' like a hang grenade
Ready to get
Cadillac and a tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
Your bitch love me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her
Cadillac and a tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
Your bitch love me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her
(master p)
Oh yea
It's christmas time nigga
Well muthafuckin merry christmas and new years nigga (ha,ha)
Y'all didn't think we was gonna do it again
Damned if you see
Damned if you're blind
Damned if you seek
Damned if you find
Best foot forward
My heart shattered
Pick up pieces
Find your master
Time
(pa-rade) blow your legs off
with a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
while I'm at the bar,
(pa-rade) blow your legs off
with a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
while I'm at the bar,
in your car
Now piss me off brains turn to sauce
Grenades to lift up his car man
In my bag bro
Hard body east coast shit
Ego is just debo big
Your man
or a master painting made
Could make me feel exploded like I swallowed a grenade
There's a feeling everybody that my legs are gonna' give
And a half a dozen
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