Lyrics:
ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
Right on
I'm comin' straight from the 70's
Super fly in my perm and my leather P's
I'm comin' straight
nobody-yy
But I get God, emi eyan Jumabee
And I be rudeBoy, emi eyan Mr. P
Leather no be khaki, sugar no be maggi no-no
When I started
Dem been telling me
poverty dey choke me, be like heavyweight
No one wan help, me no get nobody
But I get God, emi eyan Jumabee
And I be rudeBoy, emi eyan Mr. P
Leather no be
wenn ich dem Jüngsten was sage, dann hört er
Denn der Kreislauf, er geht immer weiter
An meinem Fuß sitzen Jordans mit P-Leather
Die funkeln wie die
motion
I keep on livin', stop chasin' on me
Hot box, no stopwatch, smokin' on P
Pull up black leather gloves and we playin' for keeps
Suicide doors, I'm
get inspired by my jive
Just like a venom sucker
In a P-funk leather
I pass on lust for music you re-create for better
Just be a bullock trapper
Like
nigga up
Few p's in that leather bag
It's just Louis V for that baggage
Used to be gas or sandwich
Now it's just salad with the cabbage
In 'yo city
Hey baby scratch your number-on my electric cucumber
Rubber, leather, p.v.c
Wrapped and trapped inside
Your fantasy
Cybersex queen made for action
Pay
Yeah
Rockin' leather, sellin' P's my bitch is bad, she Portuguese
Is you gon' get a bag or starve? You can't force a nigga to eat
I keep
leather now the p's better
He looks gorgeous with his captive smile
Met him by the river, near the ICI
Wearing plastic rings
She had a feather cut
P.V.C not leather
Because it
that WAP nigga I almost lost it
Sauce some red leather in a hundred P drop
Shawty don't talk if you aint thick enough
Blue bell bottles we them hundred P
names and flip bricks of cocaine
This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family
Forever keep my sanity, and do this shit for P-A-T
Must keep
names and flip bricks of cocaine
This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family
Forever keep my sanity, and do this shit for P-A-T
Must keep
Russia
I'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy
I'm too cute to get a scar on my face
I spend cake like a fashionable dude
Catch me, G'd up, in a P.
on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
From G County to Houston to Dallas, Austin, Abilene
P.A., Laredo, S.A.
that your arsenal be the largest
[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit
Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla
day one
I love you
We love you
P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family
We out
Aiiyo BIG we miss you
One
that knocking sound
[Chorus: x2]
[T.I.:]
T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's
Triple doors and vogues shining like some treasure chests
I got
we rollin wit the squad
[T.I.]
T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's
Triple doors and vogues shinin like some treasure chests
I got a fetish
I ain't
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
up on the scene so elegantly
Me and Mike P. together and we killin' the beat
We might of seen a little fame but we still in the street
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