Lyrics:
own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
Playa
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about
easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
Top down in the winter time
If you on the boom list then it's dinner time
Horse head in your bed just so send
your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again (uh)
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? (Uh-huh, yeah)
You act like
look so slick?
Oh, it's so bittersweet
It's just too bad I'm your ex-girlfriend
(Mmm) you gotta be missing me
Miss you? Tell me please, what would
C'mon, move that thing, mami, move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ, pump, p-p-pump, pump it up, nigga
I see
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
your bone in
Easy, call em on the phone and
platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
if
ever did it, they call me Cool J
They platinum selling or, my skins turning gray
Okay
They don't know how to act
And my B-D-S was miles ago
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
the Swisher Suites
Perfected the game, label me MVP
I be screaming that 'THUG LIFE' because
I know they don't like it
Prepare my army for battle and
Watch me
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
over there, over there
[Mystikal]
Baby, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-why-S-T-I-KAL
It's the man right here!
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters
By time I get through wreckin your jaw
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore
Why should I
get offa your butt because it's gonna cost ya
It rips me apart to see you like this
Me and you might just be able to fight this so baby
Start me
and my crew will use your CD for a hackey sack
Imagine that
And it shouldn't be hard
Cause your style ain't large
And you want to make all the profits
in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
war path
It will be shell showers in todays forcast
You a gangsta? I can't tell
Your diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit
Those jewels arn't
girlfriend loves you, need to be her man
She never told you how she was a Too $hort fan
She kept it to herself, you wouldn't understand
I met her at the mall
Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
But it's president (Georgia) Bush
[Repeat: x2]
We from a town where
some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about makin' that
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-are-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one)
Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right
We're sitting here with Eazy-E
Believe that
How are you doing?
Alright
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster?
Ruthless, my
why don't you dial it, man?
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