Lyrics:
on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha
Pop 'Em
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
on the Dangerfield
And my shows, I bust em out just like a virgin
Cause I get stupid but I'm smarter than a brain surgeon
G. Rap is here to bury
So duck
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name"
"You out
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're
[P. Diddy]
Eh yo what's up playboy
Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get wit' me aight?
Yeah, I got something I need you to do
Life is like chocolate the black in your coffee
I could go sock it blast off like a rocket
Mark it Malcolm X go talk it
Get your hand out my hot damn
Woo
Y'all already know who I am? Right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Let's go
Uh (woo, woo), no Master P (ayy)
Ten bad bitches and they after me
who gives a fuck
If I murder another ghetto nigga
[Silkk the Shocker]
Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin
splatter
I make 'em scatter, leavin' trails of brains and bladders
Blowin' 'em out the frame, feel no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
Hit the bar by the cryst shop
Drink hard till I piss up
Hiccup bounce out with a big truck
Chicks to fuck take 'em home dick 'em up
And I went
We ride we ride 22s or betta'
We we ride we ride 22s or betta'
I swang on em swang on em [Repeat x2]
Now if I catch you at the light (i swang
me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right, bitch, fuck
will get 'em open
I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari
Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari
You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe
I tell
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
"You Know I'm a Hoe"
(feat. Ice Cube)
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
Two Gloc Nine's cuz I fuck with The G's
And them demons from them p'z
Out here swiping and crackin em C's
We trap we dont woo or twirl
All my trust
the bullshit don't see
We smoke out the pound, yea we burning down trees
I only be rapping but bruh got the P's
Lil hoe mad cause she can't get the best of me
walk the streets
You speak the big p**** throw down and drop it
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
Getting mine
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