Lyrics:
down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
People still takin'
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun
But you're here
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun
But you're here
We'll have the power
Power
We'll have the power
Power
Power, it starts with P like pussy
She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she?
Spendin'
put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree
man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun.
and laughter
Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master
I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have
ta
Do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship
& guard the dope.
[Master P]
You know me, we have Silkk & P
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
pussy, I'm dripped in red (okay)
Don't let this R&B shit fool you, niggas get ripped to shreds (get back)
Quavo talkin' like he a thug, nigga, you
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
'cause I may have drowned
Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars
Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars
On foot, talking loud and telling
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gotta say nothing
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin
You know what it is
Bitch nigga try
of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red
me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga
[Hook - 2x]
[Master P]
I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me
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