Lyrics:
champagne's what you want
Don't give it a thought
Just relax for awhile, let me pop the cork
If you like it a lot, let's make it a double
That's Dom Perignon,
changed dude
They don't make'em
Like us
I been feeling like and alien
Like a native of the way beyond
They been tryna bring me down to earth
But I keep
I bid,
For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who'll make it two only two thousand who'll
on the block
For the killer I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop
So On the way to the studio we be making another hot track
They be loving the way we spit
the Master's bouquet
Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in
featuring Master P Peaches
intro: mercedes and master p
(master p)
hey mercedes look what i got for you baby
(mercedes)
get
on em as you make way
Towards your fate you're not late for your prime
Nerve of them who hate on your shine
Bright but like sprite live in the lime
Light
I'm devastated haven't seen love in a while
Wouldn't blame my future wife for not having a child
Cause this world is cold and no heater could make
biggie
Bitches say I’m different way i walk and I’m drippy
Breakin out they back for just a minute just a quickie
I don’t pay for pussy i don’t even drop
to make a better way and I seem to paint for better days
And so I let it spray when I can then summon the Rain
The days I elevate, it's like my pain just
flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks,
props and my pops get a mansion
By the age
Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
She shoots me deep in a trance
But look in my TRU shit fast or I'm ready to ass
don't you make
hands and applaud
Now kneel before your master and call me your God
We're changing the world, and, well, we have good intentions
No, we're not headed for
Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
[Master P:]
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
the twinklin of an eye, in the ways of the samurai
It's do or die, for the devil's pie
Now I'm phat broad down, received from mo' high
So beautiful it make
everything, I really walk
Got it for the free, though if it wasn't what I really bought
Yeah, yeah, pigeon poles (pigeon poles)
Only way we ever, ever comin'
of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
And I'm Cowboy To Make Ya Jump For Joy
I'm Kid Creole Playin' The Role
Dig This
We're The Furious Five Plus Grandmaster Flash
Givin' You A Blast And Sho
room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
of a life, to make a dream
started buggin, we used to cool at the mall
But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them
(Don't play wit' that nigga ma-)
Okay bitch
I been ya master
I came
I kept killing ya masters
I came
My cape covered and towered
Big Kid Big Bane
chakras cried
While my ego died, here we go it’s time
When I die I’ll be here for longer
What kills me also makes me stronger
Ayahuasca’s purge resurging
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
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