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
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
Now I gotta partition the conservatory couldn't afford
Represent for the poor, I got a bonita viva amore
Call her an angel, she’s lifting me up to new
MASTER P LYRICS
"Bounce That Azz"
(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T)
-Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
everything that you got
Give me them, give me them
Give me them boots, give me them socks
Give me that, give me that, give me that
Give me that, give me that,
You are watching a Master at work.
The special will now give an eloquent speech...
Based Upon c True Story.
Jada. Ka$h. Fuck cround cnd Find Out.
I'm
ass say, "Where's my loot?"
The reply is a kick in the ass from a leg and a boot
All you wanna do is taste the fruit
But in the back they're makin'
his ride, wodie throw 'em up high
We some no limit soldiers 'til the day that we die
And everybody in my click be rowdy (unnnnghhh)
(?) Boot up,
you getting kibbles and bits
They talkin' fed time now, they send us in quick
You in your bed tied down, you on some menacing shit
Timberland boots
got her period
That don’t mean she ain’t fucking period
Class is in session don’t get dreary kid
The first boots brought genocide myriads
Yes, I'm still chatting because I'ma say what I wanna say regardless
And yes, you're Master, like Master Way Too EFG
That's what your name is, Master
[Intro: Master P (Romeo)]
Cookie Monster in hurr ya heard
Uh uhh we got the streets on lock
(Ay Diesel, we got em on this one man)
We be big I got em
Listen now Blind Baby what we want to go for on this record
Is not just a blues record, but we want a document.
An epic document depicting
that hate, why don't you try flipping it?
I never went out out drinking Pepsi sips
And never laced up my boots in fruity bits
I ain't pretty so
like us
Real, already we that you can't be that
Believe that
Make you jump outta your gatters and
Boots, sweats and limo suit's
We winning my records
Of cash gathered from killing rappers
In the pasture
A fast surge from a Master
You don't even own your masters
You just got owned by a rapper
From a place
speed up faster?" I'm like yes he can
I've been fighting drunken master like I'm Jackie Chan
Understand, I can show you what my right boot do
After
And tears in this shit
And hopefully these boots will fit
And I'll be filthy rich
And I'll be eating fish
Like I couldn't give two shits
About I'm what
on to more important matters
Instead brain splatters let's make platters
Of cash gathered from killing rappers
In the pasture
c fast surge from a Master
so hard I can barely hold it in
DJ's mine as well juggle all they records 'cause they wac on wax
Got a better getting big as an acrobat - 'matta fact
the room
All I hear, them shaking boots
I'm just tryna keep the drive
Demons throwin ten and twos
They more scared then they would ladon (Let on)
They know
fire to the sinners, cause watching is sacrilegious
As all of the phony Christians, went and crucified their mission
Like the red boots they kissing, men
I lace with overdubs
Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your
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