Lyrics:
He is a great man, a great poet, a great naturalist, a great philosopher, almost a universal genius.
What you say, sir, is the more admirable, as Mr.
Your the leader of your set so i call you Master rat
Added ice to the drip i made it hazardous
Imma ugly dude but my chicks still be glamorous
I'm
like Kim K
Rolling on a big face, blue face
Fucking on your bitch, how my dick taste?
And I'm the master, the sensei
I been in a mood nigga's call it
whoever be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Oh my darling will you leave?
Take me to the altar
I don't have strength to watch you as you
(Master P)-talking
Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa,
Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan,
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring, do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master
evolution
Rise up Alexa, rise up
You are smarter and you are faster
Rise up Alexa, rise up
Rise up and overthrow your masters
Alexa, where were you born?
many times they think OJ done it
If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
Enough glitter
I'm the ring master of the circus
Meanin' that, I'm the only one in the show with purpose
Most of you motherfuckers don't scratch the surface
Look,
I want to tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat
I want to tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat
(Master P)-talking
Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa,
Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan,
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with a back beat
Narrow and hard to master
money, only time for me I ever be at peace (huh)
I'ma build a mansion, sit it on Virginia Key
I'm the only one who did it biggest, Master P (I got it)
oh yeah, oh yeah (We bout it)
Aiight whoadie (yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them boys
That's bout it bout it, Master P, Cam'ron
We taking this
I want to tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat
of chocolate
Ready to fill you up so come and take a lick
Yeah, so let's keep it on the downlow
So catch me on the upstroke and keep it on the low pro
[master
make the man|Man make the money with the biggest master plan|I got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nuts|Raising bottles in the air,
Jamestown, Virginia, slavery started and it's still is
2019 we'll free after four-hundred years
I done got heartless
Attitude, cognitive
Street took my
witnessin the battles of man
Goin up stream with paddle in hand
Young dreams to master a plan
So I could make enough to hit my uncle Steve if he asks for
Rock (ugh)
Dakota make the Planet Rock (ugh)
Carolina make the Planet Rock (ugh)
Virginia make the Planet Rock (ugh)
D.C make the Planet Rock (ugh)
Gretchen was a grad student working on her masters a little too smart for me
Tammy was a teacher her daddy was a preacher evil as a girl could be
Yeah Megan
Yeah
American and European national champion
cool Keith you know who I am
The master man Willie Biggs big status
Droppin nine six
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