Lyrics:
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne,
a swimmin' pool I be T'd
I get that pool full of women then I, dive in it
Then pass 'em to my niggas when, I'm finished
Yea- yea, that savage life yea
Swear I
Fat Joe fellas rock away lean back,
Now spin to the right, land in front left leg,
Switch right foot, slide left, stolen base, safe
Now take it down
That sleepy little campfire poppin' kinda crackling
We were Heating up the pork and beans
Bubu said man it don't get any better than this
If you
the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
Verse 5-(Master P)
UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
real niggaz an bitches get high wit
down, its baskin' an dried out,
sparks poppin' from the ground it's comin' out my mouth,
b**** don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay
Shawty lean that shit back like she Fat Joe
Wrist motion, pimpin', bitch I'm MJ with my eyes closed
Rollin' through your block, I'm throwin'
If there's hope in your medicine
Hope in your medicine hope in your medicine
Treats
Then you know you won't get it in
Know you won't get it in
Know
get a Slurpee
My captain got crunchy, so I got the munchie
Jump off the bridge and I do with no bungee
Then walk it off, you know fat ass still hungry
down, its baskin' an dried out,
sparks poppin' from the ground it's comin' out my mouth,
b**** don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay
the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
Verse 5-(Master P)
UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
real niggaz an bitches get high wit
You better get an abortion, no fucking doubt
Or I'ma reach down your throat and pull the motherfucker out
She's bitching and bitching but I ignore it
All I wanna do is wake up to this shit
Get my cake up bisquick
What goes around comes around
I ain't cold with physics
Let it ride. Let it roll. Let
And see the light get darker
When you slide by me
Depreciation isn't shit
When you don't feel it anymore
This room is merely empty
Alone, behind a closed
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
that'll suck dick
I just want a big fat crib and a race car
Thirty five pounds by the window of my AR
I got a fresh new stash of endless cash
They try
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its nothing
We was more concerned with cuttin' up and choppin'
Supplyin' fiends with that work, get it poppin'
Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped
(yo)
And right now, you know, we just maxin' in the studio
We hailin' from East Oakland, California and, um
Sometimes it gets a little hectic out
(yo)
And right now, you know, we just maxin' in the studio
We hailin' from East Oakland, California and, um
Sometimes it gets a little hectic out
Chinese dragon sized blunts in Maracaibo
Huh, and everyone flashing a gun on a D-V-D
I'd make them niggas shoot it out with N-Y-P-D
And every fucker that
Feeling fine
Poppin' trunk
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
Tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Cause we
What they talkin' bout
They ain't talking now
If you want smoke
Get to poppin' now
She a bad chick
She got options now
Talkin so bad
It's
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