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shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game 'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it Like a fuckin' (fuckin') echo (echo) (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle,
done proved everybody wrong yes sir Only chico in the south yes sir that's putting it down yes sir That would be me p.i.t. yes sir Its all supply
When I party in Hollywood, V-I-P I don't understand the S-T-O-P 'cause We party forever and get down together We don't stop, no, and we don't quit
and I ain't never met a piece of p**** I ain't liking Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice and, you can do anything with these hoes Except housewife
P.I.M.P. ah Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her The new millennium poet Forever show it, can't blow it If you reap it, you sow it I, pay my,
the first cd you ever known to keep it p-i Who was the first to work the ???? creases with the Levi's The same soldiers on the frontline claimin Eastside
don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst
to fly) Let her give you head and shit When you done give her back I got some breads to get That's yo' bitch, but my hoe, you owe me dough I P-I-M-P
Cream Man) Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin Got this
the breeze Me and Timbaland two Master P's I hope you bout it Cause I been bout it South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uh) Driven in my '89 Mercury
wanna see you tokyo, 7 p.m. I truly love you but I'm so lonely and I wanna see you a breeze hits me as I open the taxi window I'm rushing
want to see you Tokyo, 7 p.m. I truly love you But I'm so lonely and I want to see you A breeze hits me As I open the taxi window I'm rushing
Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills I, can't deny how the mamis feel Higher than the cable bill, slide with your baby girl P. Crakk and I ain't for play I
[T.I.] Aight nigga, you already know what it is man A-Town, H-Town connection nigga T.I.P. man, you understand that? My homeboy Paul Wall, extended
a tune on Monday By Tuesday it's leaking I'm peaking, people, I'm peaking Promoters pay the price I'm peaking I'm playing with pure P's I'm peaking Pick up
Styles P Talking: "Yo I rock the fuck out. I don't know bout everyone else" Verse 1 - Styles P Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker. Get
exist to cease, understand That God hates blacks, shades, and all the players Mr. P.I.G 'cause I fuckin' see Sure already done crushed all of my
L.A., city of smog Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs I got the flyer from Amoeba Records I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this" I
Ну чё ты, как сам?! Не верь этим псам! Одним тут V.I.P. зал, другим универсам. Этот олдовый саунд, как на душу бальзам. Ты скажешь это наш саван!?
hoes wanna get next me Broke and frustrated my Eyes dilated, evident that I'm off ecstasy R.i.p uncle Phil molly and pills I'm serving fiends call me
ninguém Com certeza não serão vocês O homem condenou o profeta E agora faz oferta pra adiantar Seu lado V.I.P. do céu Eu não entro em seus templos de
Mogul Music Hope you don't turn on me Always believe in me That P**** so wet I be calling it figi She say that she love me She say that she
I'm focused on the cheese Insterstate king gotta go gotta Go r.i.p mama brown Shout out to bro Fuck what the pussy ass haters Don't kno We stop telling
(R.I.P) Niggas say they with you but they wasn't 'round (They wasn't) Can't fuck with you, nigga you a clown Some niggas hate 'cause I'm up now (I'm up)
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