Lyrics:
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P, yuugh!
Young, obnoxious,
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
the spot
Talk that shit we spinning the block
Weed loud neighbors keep callin the cops
Laid up but i ain’t wifing a thot
Laid up naw i can’t cuff no bitch
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
[Master P]
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
And still got a ghetto
(Eightball)
Ah yea
Eightball & MJG in the muthafuckin house
We came here today to talk to about this thing
called pimpin
It has been misunderstood
bare p but im still fed up
Know she into me but im still fed up, uh uh
Don't know whats wrong with me, no bitch can really make me happy
Even now I got
tag
Make money for what
To roll in a brand new jag
I make money putting you in a body bag
Hello i'm r.a to the motherfucking p
I beat other rappers no
a gyal, she got a n*gga feel like prince swanny
The way we catch 22, I make her p*ssy talky
You have a only fans, so you know that your p*ssy cloggy
Had
me
I know you only loved me back then when you needed me
Know I'm bouta make it I can't wait for you to see
We just got them P's in
Moving work from
I talk my talk I stand on it an African ka Burna boi
I mee anyhow I fuu anyhow by any means ka Burna boi
No smoking signs na a di m Ka o si m sewa Ka
stand here outside in the snow and the rain
But they never stop, so I stand here in vain
Chorus
I'm just an N.P.C.
Won't someone talk too me
I got just
you talk too much
The blessing surround me a cross on my chest
I take care of my baby cause she is the one
Still Muslim no pork cause that shit is haram
Don't nobody my make it where from no
I'm still the hottest thing under sun though
I knew since I was born I'd be the one to break the curse
So much
Stack your friends on OPA, keep your sats in cold storage
Skip formalities and talk Hyperbitcoinization
Stack friends who stack sats — On O.P.A.
Take
road
Make God dey bless me break all my yoke
No talk the things wey go make guys kolo
Na then you go know say the street no dey joke
Boss talk
Boss talk
right
P-Dog is in the house until them brothers see the light
But now understand I ain't concern with the bullshit
Cause I know the truth, I see their
to drive for miles
Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
can at signed rappers
Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)
And make 'em come
can at signed rappers
Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)
And make 'em come
L-are-P's
on these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you don't want to be wearin a helmet
I'm not
Work In Progress
Trust The Process
Trust I'mma make a way
By any means I'mma do just what I need
Good vibes all I preach
Past the stars I'mma reach
Other
end up in church (woo)
Ain't no kickin' it in the spot, you gotta make a purchase (make a purchase)
Watch yo' tone 'fore you wake up surrounded by
think about it
Let's go have a drink about it
Before you make a stink about it
Man, let's talk about it, maybe we can walk up out it
But just don't be
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