Lyrics:
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
da, do dahhhhhhhh
Yes we're still, we're still
We're still, still on the grind
Uhh, I keep candy girls
Big dick in they world
Messin' up they curl,
purse, ruffalo to Therapy
Tore the bitch off in front O the Mo' Now the trap's Scared of me
But don't be scared, Prepared is what you better Be
No, we
wit nothin but this uncut,
(Master P)
Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
(Eightball)
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
still progressin'
This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah
We the best, bitch, ain't no fuckin' question
It's six, six-six, 'til it's
this bitch (we still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this)
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About
and crash tryna drive and do the shooter job
The type to pull up and scribble something like I'm doodle bob
Fuck a pretty bitch look in her eyes and then I
Go crazy on them beats, Rich Ro
Dope
Skrrt
And it's still fuck the other side
We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Stretch a nigga like a perm in
your best friend, this your anthem
Still the same bitch, won't see me out here with no random
Now we on the road and I'm stickin' to the code
Way
me, this bitch need a bib
Need an R&B deal, singin' to get out the sale
If I had a heart surgery, the doctor'd freeze to death (swear to God)
I'm
conversation it comes out in a line so let it
Out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what), my nigga let it out
Star Track, is who we are
Star
'cause you know people in California can't drive (D-P-G for life)
This is the late-night conversation hour, baby, comin' at you live
It's 2:35 AM from
Scream No Limit 'cause I'm in it I represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
Nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
We can do this, she said her husband was rich
Then I knew I had the bitch
Yo She wrote a check name me a check
In the name of a bitch who was
P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now
[Loon]
This is what they want to hear right here
[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now
[Loon]
This is what they want
drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a bitch
Cost a lil' money,
Man I met this chick so fine
So bad She made me sick some time
I just had to fuck this bitch one time
I met her in the galleria shopping, buying
this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Yeah, if it's beef,
this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour
this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour
this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour
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