Lyrics:
Boy it's demon time wake up early morning contemplating
I just smoked a wood had 4 in rotation tryna face it
Niggas know I'm good pockets full
the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be lookin' weaker now, her
[Chorus]
[Too Short]
I keep coming back to the same thought
Falling in love'll throw the game off
You let her get to you, you know you still care
But
the mill' came
Done been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang
Get a hustle
nuttin this slick you trick
'Cause you're a flick from a Bic and we're a bonfire
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin this funky (4X)
'Cause I roll up
For Her Baby, Hope He Get His Mind Right
It Feel Good To See Momma On The Top
I Told Ya If I Make It Momma
You Won't Be Forgot
[Master
number and name
She's a mother to be and you better believe
You'll be looking at her mean next time you meet
Young tender won't care, she's still fine
feels ignored, all by herself alone
And she hates it, when I turn off my cell phone
But it's alright don't want to fight, it's all in her head
I was
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub, straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace, four years strong and still just gettin'
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (talk
Like Frank, I did it my way, nigga, no doubt
Large billionaire and I'm still here
Writing rhymes for the sphere, I do not feel fear
You heard, I
get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip
we're down to only four
This man drives a taxi cab
Another wicked life to grab
Screaming that he'd thought I'd died
Let's go for a taxi ride
In the wreck
'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
then bandage and stitches
You wonder why she don't pick the phone I got her bending back
Cash talk oh yea that's PT Eli invented that
He ain't talking
so I could rap now
The next generation still singin', "Fight the Power"
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain,
gotta be the one
To make my momma proud, feel like her only son
I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
With everything I need, with everything I
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum
You got no one to hold
Six pages down and she's lighting up
Her trainwreck soul
She was abandoned by her lover
Left by the road
So apalling,
Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)
Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll
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