Lyrics:
want
OG nigga you can put it in the blunt
Fuckin' all the baddest bitches, I'm a hit 'em from the front
Just to see the faces on her, when a nigga lay it
on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can
you?
About a hundred miles down in that ocean
It's over, shoulda never jumped in
If you can't swim (if you can't swim, if you can't swim)
Oh my God,
If you don't do this right, you're going home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
P-p-pussy power, pay me
think that I don't know u, but I know everything
And I can't fake emotions, so I don't fake kee-kee
(Activate)
Make it come to pass, before I pass away
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
the real and I'mma give her what she want
OG nigga you can put it in the blunt
Fuckin' all the baddest bitches, I'm a hit 'em from the front
Just to see
survive many climates
Calm and thoroughly, they try to Hyman Roth me
John Fitzgerald me, the industry never bought me
Fear will make you reveal who you
careful that you don't run into nobody (D-P-G for life)
Put all them Yaks down and them chronic joints and thangs (D-P-G, D-P-G)
And go on, make it home
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
bitch
A baddie and ratchet
Dashiki she succ that dicc til
It stand like a
T P oh she so extra terrestrial ET
I never ran from no bitch you can see
Me one
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
[Snoop Dogg (Master P)]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga want to pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like
What's
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too
say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this dick like advice
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her
now no one can beat me now
You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me, clowns
That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me
Off
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
then I have achieved it (Uh-huh)
But niggas ain't listen
Don't fuck with a menace (Nah!)
Master P no limit (P!)
Wise guy John Lennon (Lennon, John)
Yeah
it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopee cushion
Who the fuck is you pushin'? You must've mistook me
For some sissy-soft punk looking for
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