Lyrics:
[Master P]
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
and i wont stop
Cause i get it so cheap no matter what i wont be losing
Re up spots is so hard to find
But i got one
Cool ass mexican man
Eyo
to jelly
Ever since i got my racks up niggas trynna come and kick it lionel messi
Shawty know she be petty got a lil spanish mami givin head like a becky
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
You moving to slow, you getting passed
Thinking i’m slipping, im busssin yo ass
You cuffin that lil bit ain’t it... stupid lil nigga i’m slutting her
disco ball
I turn that 8 ball to a brick finna ball better not come up short I need it all bitch aye yuh
G 48 blow him to chunks
Ima big bank you a lil
want to lick, so I let her
Let her treat me like a letter
Two door coupe, twenty-four's
Rest in Peace to the mamba
Just like a mobster
I'm at the round
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
wanna tеst me like
My name was Johnny
Hе not a problem, that lil' nigga scrawny
Okay, finna switch up the flow
I'ma get in my bag if these niggas
Don't
the post office, the way he bring in mail
Bitch, I got a fucking hammer in your lil' ass the nail
Like I do magic or something, I can make a nigga pale
Swear
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
of tea when I'm outta the sunken
Kelly sedating me, relief by numbing
Life of the party, that lil' shorty stunning
Geekin' off dust, gimme blow like it's
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
street fighting had to stop drinking lean
Still keep cannons on me will shoot for free Mobsters is my homies I know your partners is green Riding i
niggas
If you listen to that bitch, gotta see me, nigga
I with my homies cop a foreign and we move like a mobster
I get you hit by lil' homie
in my checkings, savings account full of blessings, work like a Mexican
Back to topic, I'm out in Atlanta & They dancing in Onyx, Vanson my leather
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
ayy, for that lil' Mexican, I'll catch his ass laggin
Run up on a bitch, nigga, live in the trailer parks cappin
All these niggas be lackin', these
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
I might be a little bit off the Rucker
Watch this I'mma hit you with a shocker
Get you popped like a mobster, sike I'm just messing around like
(Brr)
T-shirt Chrome, tell the lil' bitch
"My heart dead" (yeah)
Vanilla this, vanilla that
The young Tron was giffy grabbin'
Made his whole car stop
I
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