Lyrics:
I think it's safe to say, this is my favorite song on the album
Shoutout to Mr. Marcus Dozier
It start off so perfect, every day after work
Facetime
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
Nie chcę żyć tanio chcę mieć hajs pieprzyć sławę
I wciągać kawior jakby to był dżem z truskawek
A nawet mieć tych kilka babek lepszych od Ashanti
Bo
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
room with motherfucking tools,
If niggaz in the pen were pinocchio's,
Their nose will grow long way to Tokyo-oo,
I'm saved by the blood of Jesus,
AMEN!
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin'
[Chorus]
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the game, P.E.!
We ain't for the game
We for
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Byś ich nie zostawiał nigdy za robotą
Cały album dla was to nadziei dawka
Każda kartka garstka słów z wielkiego miasta
Dla każdego brata i dla
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
had a problem
With my previous l.p's, then kiss my ass!
If you downright spoiled and feel I don't do enough for you,
That's right, kiss my ass !
Pop
proof
Never stop I know my mama really glad that I fight and move
Good God
Always on time like Ashanti
He a legend in the making that's what God say
Black
and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed
(Uh-huh,
fuck covid, fuck all the germs
If im fuckin my old bitch im cutting her perm
If I went to school i`d be rich by the term
Ashanti want me because her ex
Lauren Hills, even the Mary J's
Queen Pen, even Beyonce
The Trina's to Adina Howard, Ashanti
Regina Bell ohhh do me swell,
Anita Baker, The Kim K's they
she my number one investment
All over ya timeline when we online
Ja rule & Ashanti always on time
She curvin niggas when they try & get at her
We
Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Chew niggas out they shoes, what
Come and fuck
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
we're anti
Your whole team tryna sing like Ashanti
My peng tings looking artwork, Banksy
She come around then she take off the panty
Woah, off pant,
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
kobietę złotą
Byś ich nie zostawiał nigdy za robotą
Cały album dla was to nadziei dawka
Każda kartka garstka słów z wielkiego miasta
Dla każdego brata i dla
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