Lyrics:
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
Right back to that money slingin' O's in the p-jects (yeah)
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,
don't creep up
Got a pistol under my pillow
I've never been a deep sleeper
P-P-P-Paranoia, 'cause the nigga that said he'll
Blast for ya is now
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
'cause ladeez is feelin wrong
And I got some right for 'em right after this song
My name is Skate-Board-P
Ladies and gentlemen
Can I have it like
Young Nino, f-ck a b**** in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo
I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino
She wanna be
of haze, it's in the drain
You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate
That ghetto P and that ghetto cash
My ghetto eyes on her ghetto ass
You
the hydrents
R.I.P Stack B. I'm gonna keep you alive kid
Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful
F-N-F and S-N double O-P
Gather 'round, go a-head
the one and only G.O.D
To take my life to the T.O.P
Now here comes a motherfuckin' D.O.G
Who ain't happy til a nigga is R.I.P
Tryin' to be somethin' you
day any time
I don't care if it's right
I wanna party party party
Party all day
P-p-p-party party
Party all the way
I wanna party like Feliza
We
family 'spect it, whole fam connected
Fuck off the hook, my shit's disconnected
[Benzino softly speaking Hook]
[P. Diddy over Benzino]
Oh, see this
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without
me
You party with a D.P.G.
We ridin', dippin', slippin', slidin', eastside up eastsiders
Riders, ballers, rollers, ladies,
Players, gangstas,
to hear from you soon
P.S. I'm still not over you
(Still not over you) you yeah
Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble on
But there's a lot
boys ride
(Them boys ride)
Everybody get up
Its p-I-t
And I want everybody in the club to get crunk wit me
Go ahead throw em up represent yo
on
[Master P]
Whas up, pimpin'? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nottin' but loot
They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got
But they
[T.I.]
Yea
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp
getting head
Put the g in the p flipped the g to a ki
Put the west coast back on the map bay bee
Check my styles check my files
I've been gang-banging
what I want y'all to do for me
Kick back and blaze one up to this shit
Y'all know who the fuck I am
But if ya don't
I'm S, N Double O, P
Yes I am
screamin c-p-3
Nigga and magic and snoop, over there with me
Cause I'm a uptown nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers
The Mess
Jack, when you convalesce
Outta your seat
Into the street
Make with the feet
Reet!
If you're a P-V-T, your duty
Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T
to my lil' niggas ('Nut)
Rest in peace, dyin' as a lil' nigga (P-Nut)
Buried like a soldier, he's a true nigga (P-Nut)
Throw the flag on his casket,
of haze, it's in the drain
You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate
That ghetto P and that ghetto cash
My ghetto eyes on her ghetto ass
You
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