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[Ludacris]
How you ain't gone FUCK?, bitch I'm me
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in V.I.P
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
every nigga you fool
Wit, and shit, nigga get shot and killed, wuz up with that?
[Ann:] Man nigga that shit ain't true
[Master P:] Shit, well, what about
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
take this shit for granted just 'cause niggas call me Cool
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-O-O-L-I-O G
M to the A, A to the D
A Circle full of niggas that
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
Everywhere we be we V.I.P
When we step up in the place they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we talk the way we walk we keep it P.I.M.P
[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
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga
C4 c4
And the CEO
Gucci Mane’s a G, G i’m tryna sell a P, P’s
From A to Z (From A to Z) you know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee
Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin'
Changed them lox and all dat
G.U.G.2.P.H.O
And this time don't take him back
G.U.G.2.P.H.O
Take the time to love yourself
G.U.G.2.P.H.O
You can find
do it like a G
On the couch in V.I.P
Shawty, we could get it on
I'm like, shout out to the DJ for playin' this song
Girl, we could act like two
don't want know
R.S.V.P! (x2)
(No relation) Get Up, Get Out! (x3)
Are you in or out, or in or out?
Say G, you've been acting like a brother (like
the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And youse a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like
Push
U're never 2 young, never 2 old
Push
Don't stop until u go
Did u ever stop 2 wonder
Why U put another down?
No man should asunder
The joy that
be cap
The niggas be lyin'
I told bronem, "On foenem (yeah)
The feds be watchin' the live" (foenem)
And I'm pushin' P, beefin' with my Drac', I'm
rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop
I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block
So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
me
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em'
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