Lyrics:
want the P on it
Ayy, I'm talkin' four gunnas hanging out a four door get to aimn at yo face just like a photo
I don't play with lil' kids, I ain't
stay
I gotta be selfish
Healings part of breakthroughs
I no longer need too
Pretty enough to catch a vibe when I walk by
Like I'm good enough
Don't need
water in a bitty boat (Splash!)
Oh no bitch, no, please don't choke (Woah)
Like so Loko, down 'em when I toke (Yeah!)
Shoot then reload, your dude went
on the dancefloor acting naughty
No, I never felt like this before
Heard you really know, know how to party
Got me fantasizing, wanting more
I don't have to be your
fucking jaw
Bound and Gagged, you’ll all be my toys during the show
My fists are starving, they want to shed blood on the dancefloor
Still there from
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
The nigga wanna be me, don't it?
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey)
My young niggas ready to shoot (damn)
p-p-pump, pump it up
We gon' do it like mm, mm, mm
Look, pump it up if you came to get it crunk
With a dame and she done drunk
You came to get it
You don't want it with me
I'm kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin' like a Michael
Push it you'll see what I'm talking 'bout
You don't want it with
when you surrounded by the skanks nigga
Independent, I don't owe nobody thanks nigga
Blood walking, and one seven is my gang nigga
Young nigga always
D.E.E.P.
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
send em
They split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one
Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic
My
Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say,
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I
You better fuckin' knock a hole in your A-O
I'm marchin' with my AK one two three
Ya'll niggas want to be like us but it ain't gone be
Huh nigga
bees on it
Yea that blood gone shed if them B's want it
I know it hurt when you open your heart and see that blood don't it (WHOOP WHOOP)
Damn
They done
[Little girl talking]
When I grow up I want to be just like you!
[Ms. Toi]
No you don't believe me you don't
[Verse 1: Ms. Toi]
Yes a fly
then it's done
They like, what happened, we trapped him
Hatred is obliverated when I imagine
Look at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping
Blood
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so
[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't
fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick,
you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not you (you)
If you ain't heard the news
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