Lyrics:
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
the glass
Chasin' love, lot of bittersweet hours lost
Eatin' Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce
Tell your boss you need an extra hour off
and Allie, or some other girlie?
Well anyway, yo P you know I'm lazy
Callin me this time of hour you must be crazy
Excuse me, but I'm sorry E Double
It's
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
ain't finna keep it
And I be with so I got B.B.C. shit, even if I didn't
I would ball like, Arenus, swish
Now shawty this is what I'm a need from you
Not
you need girl ima hold you down,
If you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
Be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima
the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
'cause I'm what they love, you see
I'll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
click)
DJ can ya play my shit one mo' time
Goddamn you fine (my nigga speak on it)
She got ass for days (put a week on it)
Now everybody in
the heater right by your thigh
And when the s*** got hectic you was ready to ride
You didn't run out when I pulled the gun out
That's what I'm talkin bout
It's a cold game
I ain't been one to
Jump in and out of the range
Maybe an old school cynical
Spinning the vision from which I paint
You got
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Would I Do Without You (4x)
[Master P]
Ugh..
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (5x)
that's Why I Love My Momma
A money getting bitch, I love that shit
'Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon' call
If you got a little money she taking her clothes off
She
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
Yo,
in a old school
Looking for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools
(What what what?) Who want to get it krunk non-stop
(Who you with? Who you
a pretty boy crown me the greatest a new no limit
Ya'll can't fade this you know I'm a
winner sho not a loser P. Miller clothes is what I choose ladies
S-I-M-P
S-I-M-P, yeah
S-I-M-P, yeah
S-I-M-P, yeah
S-I-M-P
Say you love me now
Leave me broken by the next week
Treat me like a child
Can't even care
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
what you missin'
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin', you ain't heard?
I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word
I gotta few in
and a half
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Anything else is a laugh
I've been through Reno, I've been through Beverly Hills, and I'm
the bump with bones
Nothin' but love bones
Lifestyles of the living dead
First you live then you're dead, died trying to clock what I said
Now I got
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same
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