talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P
Countin' bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit,
' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P
One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up 'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip,
target hooked up with black market now peep this shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and P-I-T platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch
wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Yo, yo uh, looking back on school arts and crafts Fuck after staf beat up after class I was like Dr
slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud Puddle full of blood left for dead The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs I meet Dr. Who, at King
is down with us, Crazy Goons is down with us Snoop Dogg is down with us, Warren G is down with us Ice T is down with us, Dr. Dre is down with us MC
it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby [Dr
'm the one that flown Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll disgrace the C P T 'Cuz you're gettin' fucked
Aiyyo, what up, El-P? Yo, what up, Del-phonic? Nuthin' man, I was on the bus the other day, man Tryin' to listen to my Walkman, this motherfucker all
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick
[Magic & Master P] I'm just saying brah Can you palm the ball (Like this) But can you shoot the ball (All day) But can you dunk the ball (Like this) Basketball
dagbok, varje sida r som ett brev hon viskar i hans ra; det hr r vad jag skrev hon ser sitt liv p film den kvllen ser ngen dr hon lekte varje vr hon minns
know tricks She say 'oh shit', cuz I better get her wetter than the ocean If you say no to Lanez then p-ssy nigga you don't know shit I'm so dope that
used to play (I remember) Shoot-em-up, up and down But now they gang-bang (Bay-bee) Well, I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday Runnin' through the streets of Onessa P
up, Eastsidaz Goldie Loc in the house, Lil' Half Dead DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, misbehave Give it to 'em Dogg What up DMX? Master P? Dr. Dre My
It's my turn, now it's over The game shut down, sorry I went from canapes to boards Bands to no records (Sorry) You ain't got the Bentley with four doors K U R U P