Lyrics:
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Yeah my mama used to bang that P-Funk
Rollin' down Lakeshore right by the beachfront
See the (whoop whoop!)
And we hope it ain't the loved ones
See
Am I throwing you off?
Nope
Didn't think so
How you doing, young lady?
That feeling that you giving really drives me crazy
You're dope have
two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
A married
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
take that)
Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map
The city by the sea, R.I.P.
JD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)
My niggas love
make sense
I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends
Master P:
Got to get it
Got to have it
Might steal it
Got to take
Got to grab it
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
a stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she pop that catalogue
Shake it off (shake it off)
Shake it down (shake it down)
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
to the D A Rella
Come down S T double E the E in the V
Come down the P to the E P A
Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know?
Come down
niggaz understand we still don't give a fuck
Know what I'm talkin' about?
[Caddillac Tah]
Yeah, yo
Niggaz trying to take us off our crime
We back
to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats
Hold up!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Somebody done told you you wrong
Thought it was just gon and gon' end off like that there huh?
Hot, too Hot
Too Hot
Hold on gotta piss
Hold on gotta piss
Hold on gotta
I feel like I'm going down down down down
Big pounds on my wrist visit clown town
Take a trip
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
Lift her king when he's down
360 solid, all around
Here, take this crown
You make a real nigga smile
Bitch, you beautiful
You beautiful
Bitch, you
through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p
4-Tay
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool
Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya nigga
From
You know we can get away
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O,
[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
Cole, Gina, Tommy
P**** is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherf***ing money
Young mula b****, tell them hoes, take
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
Niggaz Wit Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police
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