Lyrics:
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
We gang bang and ride down on niggas(Pow hot!)
Dogg Pound on niggas
Who shot ya?, big dog gotcha
I'm notcha average nigga in the yappin'
Folks
hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre
up, up and down, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Well, I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday
Runnin' through the streets of Monessan, P-A
I
hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whats up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre
Big Ed be puttin' it down like that, made more ass than the Hilton
On my way to this hoe's house, bang that ass until its tiltin'
Now I'm rollin',
claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros
We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros
[Shyheim]
Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses
Money over
So watch it turn, bring your next of kin soul (kin soul)
P.A. Mase has rocked it on the console (console)
Scream real hard until you blow your
uncut (yeah)
Long time comin', ya heard? (yeah)
M.O.P. (c'mon)
Big motherfuckin' Punisher (uh, uh)
What ya gon' do?
Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx,
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
if you bustin' before I'm blown and belligerent
Six deuce brims big in it, I'm bloated than Blimpy
Broades be blowin me in the back of the black
Yo
As the universe expands
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man
Sometimes I wonder how come
We can't live without
the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
to clubs; I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return
ban mk sk mj Tee bafana
Base S A from M p club banger Mine ngine o c d bang kena
Scratch no DVD mang bema Flow Like water angtsela mang
Geza Mang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
the junk
And then I bang, bang, the bump, the bump girl
My name is Apples and I rock your world
Worldwide, do your math
Thirty, twenty six, thirty six
I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I'm tryin'
that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus:]
You finally get
[Chorus x6]: Master P (Lil' Romeo)
Where them boys at? (Where they at?)
Where them girls at? (There they go)
[Verse 1]: Lil' Romeo (Master P)
They
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