Lyrics:
that infared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-see on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P-H at your
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bodily harm
Now grab your girl and run along
'Cause she'll be with me by the end of the song
Ayo
Swing first, I'mma destroy
You a curse, I'mma B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
I watched Snoop do it, he
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I Flight the night from LA to NY
I'm Harlem bound
You see
[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
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
slowly emptying
I'm bothered by this crimson red
To the color of blood
To the color of a be, color of a L
To the color of a O, color of O
T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places close to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
Jam rockin's how I got
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
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
Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
the purple people eating the farari madinas
Push the red line, Nigga for that bread I grind
And each and everytime, I catch a nigga slippin' I'm gon' get him
teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-are-I-S-O-N-E-are-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P
red ink
Blinded by imaginary things
P-p poison dripping from your lips
I’m frozen every time we kiss
Love, love, loving you
Such a dangerous pursuit
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
and formed
[Redman]
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta
[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
confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you
[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
You don't like me SET IT!
[Styles P:]
This ain't
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
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