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Uncle Howie! V.s.p Records With Psycho Logical Shit! (Sabac Red) The Revolution Is Now!!!! Now!!! Now!! Now! Now....
[Kool Keith] Raising levels Jim Flight seven oh four three two one red four Green expanding to one Moving levers up at seven decimal
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
a fucking drive-by Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack Master P in the passenger seat getting
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg) Drop the bomb, ring the alarm We are here to do bottly harm Now grab your girl And run along 'Cuz you'll meet with me by
of the click All you suckas want to dis the pacific But you buster n****s never get specific Used to love her mad cause we f***ed Her p**** whipped b****
Really in the field you just rap about the turf Coming out of Cali serving packs by the P Talk about the bay then you know about me Came from the slumz,
P man How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man But my friends, they call me Frank B Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man So yo man E, what
P man How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man But my friends, they call me Frank B Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man So yo man E, what
hahahahaha that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game Richmond
knock it Watch me pop it and lock and drop it upon your head with a pound of lead Now go drop dead Venetian Red it Oh, I said it My bedhead is so
the field lil nigga, you second string Take a pint of wockiesha, and give her a wedding ring Draw down with the stick, paint shit red like I'm coloring Come
rocket Yh How you more Hateful than grateful Ur moving like bad p*ssy bruh It's distasteful Stress on mind Woooes I got a plateful My patience
cameras on the red lights Speed past em, bust a quick right Tote glocks ain't come for no hand fight I walk em down this glock hit 2's n 3's and p's n q's
a fuck, nah I don't give a fuck High class nigga, all I smoke is A plus Might blow a whole P, nigga I don't give a fuck Girl on my lap, she say she wanna
nigga just caught body, caught body My young nigga just caught body T Jeezy I'm bout it, bout it Like Master P You heard by me, I'm TTG A nigga street
I walk with the waves of New York City, X-rayed into my back As I floss every step that doesn't Taste like food These red bricks have a funny way
sins Cause I try not to let the devil win But sometimes, the flesh give in But you know how that shit go Keep it P, get in that mode You would think I'm
sliding by But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high Cause it feels so good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood
I got a line at the door That mean I gotta break 'em off somethin' I got that cream just like P But you know it's gonna cost somethin' Do some
This life that I live It's really not easy I wanna stack gwop I don't wanna catch feelings I have to make bands, I have to make P All these bad
then you could leave You ain't no V.I.P Stop gassing yourself, like BP My pockets obese so Shorty gon' pull up on me She know I stay with the tree I
matching or this to the face Trying to see who pockets I could break If he Playa im a P so baby is you finna bust a date Pour that Casa in my Zemonade Don't
100 p's he played the lane with me Most of the time I ain’t even got change really From the cloth It’s T.O. Not Jefe I be Jefe my nigga And Don’t you
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