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Pimp On

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be

ficelle
Comme chewing-gum
Une secrétaire à genoux comme
Celle de Bill Clinton
Bande de p'tite catin vous ferait
Rien avec vos capuches
La météo annonce une

plus fort
J'veux pas entendre de oui, mais là
Fais juste le faire comme Jean-René Dufort
Keep it real, yeah c'est authentique
Vous êtes tous identiques

the wip!

[Chorus]

[BABY:]
Ay! now i'm about to test ya' p's lil bow wow.
(uh-huh) See lil one ova' there.
She bout 25, and she been lookin at cha'.
Pull

hoops she got her edges laid
Gang shit, affiliated but she dont bang 
Letterman jacket and a bra, with some baggy jeans
Rocking nike dunks, glossed lips,

friend, but you faded away
Louis V sneakers, this isn't no J's
I'm rocking some jeans, I don't een know the name
I need the bank, I don't een want the fame

all these horsehoes on my jeans
I need
Some more stanky
Just to get this cheese
The team
You disrespect them then you get the beam

Whats the move
Count

jeans
Think I'm OCD, P's vacuumin' clean (Uh)
Got this shit on my own
What the fuck do you mean?
(What the fuck do you mean?)
Pull up high off two drugs

pas ton petit
Fais le malin mes gavas sont prêts pour te faire danser comme Jean Petit
Quand je sors le week-end c'est pour fumer une Dominicaine

it
You try em' then I'm gonna crash out about it
Even though I ain't really with the violence (With the violence)
Keep it P, yea I keep it solid
Never

If you not a stop sign, then you cant stop me
Getting money's in my jeans
Lord bless me, like i sneezed
You know i'm with the gang, with the team
She

Du côté chance

Grand Corps Malade

Enfant de La Ville

2008

réel, de Saint-Denis à Montréal
Cent vingt dates de concert, avec un public aux p'tits soins
Ça laisse quelques souvenirs, t'as qu'à demander aux

d'la droite, ça c'est mon Jean-Marie Lepen game
Allergique aux rappeurs queb, ça c'est mon Epipen game
J'te laisse un Dead Man Walking sur mon Sean Penn

nobody here
I get the guap
I get the guap and I spend on designer gear
You know I can't stop, no
Smokin' on za, what you smoking on, bottom of shelf
The P

bigger, got a bad lil' bitch, eat the dick like a skittle
Let that boy try to play with, go fuck up your liver

Got some Tulones Jeans, but I barely can fit

just how it go, hit the block so sipping
On a fo'
Wreckshop dropping tops, P-A-T told you that befo'
Bought the house bought the boat, ask Reck and Noke

bien l'sirop j'le prend même
Si j'ai pas la toux
Apprécié par deux-trois p'tites chatounes
Harr, 2000, faut un demi
Elle fait la folle casse la 2000

Jackson
Billy Jean
I don’t know the bitch
Don’t know her face
They prolly hate theyself for knowing
They couldn’t never compete
Bitch must be crazy
Think

blokes asking me for money
I say I do it for love but I give up the P so they don't treat me funny
The world defeats me mummy
I've had enough of ringing

Damn girl I love how she look in them jeans them fashion nova?
I just wanna hold her fuck all that talking baby just come over
Netflix and chill? You

the canopy
And who crib is this, Nigga Master P?
Like damn, my mom gon be mad at me
All this liquor round me, tryna handle me
I just played ping pong with

plexus
Et j'm'excuse, les p'tits vont arracher de ton Jacquemus
Plein d'tunes, j'sais pas où la France me situe
En poche, j'ai un bac plus bitume
J'ai

you winning
Stack that cash baby then spend it
Master P I don't got limits
My heart turnt black now this shit looking tinted
Ima hold it down till my

me, I feel good about it
But them suckas try to tell me
Take the 'hood up out me
Who would Master P be if he
Wasn't "'Bout It 'Bout It"?
Or Hov without