Lyrics:
that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
And your ten man on the stage like
Victory’s Tottenham's,
surprises
Its P pussy
Please push me
Remember when we used walk in and they seen 3 rookies?
A nigga never been as broke as me
I like that
Still we never
you take your fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know P-gang going for the G-Style
Never relax, realize don't give
all about my Tangibles, P
I’m all about my Tangibles, P
I’m all about my Tangibles, P
I’m all about my Tangibles
(This is not a fuckin game nigga
But
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
Mieć rap we krwi tak jak to ma Jay-Z
Nie mieć limitów jak Master P
I pewnie chciałbyś wejść na bit jak Cypress Hill
To nowy rok nowy rok nowe 3W
To nowy
feat. dumb-dumb, Happy P, Low-G, Diamond, Grimm, Baby Beesh, Lil Bing
[Intro: dumb-dumb and Happy P]
(Lighting a joint)
(Coughs)
[Dum-Dum)
Go
the world, mass confusion see it day by day
Try to lock me in a box lies deception is the game they play, yeah
Wake up third eye truth it live in me and you
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
the number one rule is
M-o-b-p-o-p-I-m-p from d-o-d holla
[Chorus x3]
in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps,
black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three n****s with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come
they want to freak (3x)
Bitches say we hiside cause we pass by
(Bun B)
Sometimes there be a lot of shit I want to do
But won't do, if I gotta
niggas harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggas livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggas runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he
a rockstar
Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar
I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta
Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper
I can
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
game
I don't even take a timeout
I keep two P's on me
Like Paul Pierce
You know I'm the truth
Keep them trees like a timberland boot
Beat the trap down
(Chorus)6x
Where them boys at?
(Where they at)
Where them girls at?
(There they go)
(Master P)
Call bugs on the phone
Whodi meet me by the dome
play this game like atari
Don't try to enter this fort
I got a heavy armory
I'll burn you like fossil fuel
I'll make you choke like paula abdul
Ok r.a.p
with baby rattlesnake fangs
No Head and Shoulders or anti-venom
Yeah, P, this is gentlemanly leisure, the oldest game left to play
And the hard head that
don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
I'm tryna get p's i don't want no fame
I don't want no fame
If i could then i would do it all no name
Do it all no name I just want that wealth you
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