Lyrics:
Cause I'm coo like that
(Coo like that)
Bullshit just don't attract me
Run around these b*****s like a mutherfuckin' track meet
My foot on they necks
I
done this
I just want to know where the fun is
Spent all my p for a fun night
Don't know if I'm alright
I'm always searching
I
I'm a battle-hardened warrior, I fight for fun
I ain't ever giving in till it's over and done
Didn't ever wanna have to foot the bill
I'll drive right
retaliate properly
P's poor, he can't eradicate poverty
Money my arse where's all this money I ask?
Man have got more money by far
In fact, P's the only money
You runnin while I’m gunnin
I hope You having fun and
Maybe You shouldn’t have been talkin
I got 30 on the glock n
There's about to be a party
It
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
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
Something I can't do
This murder ain't a mystery
You won't have a clue
All you gon have is these tracks
Made by the abstract
And yo girl in some ash
Bitch I
I walked by
Like "Yeah, we about to have some fun here"
Her mouth ain't move but her body sayin come here
Want want want so I passed the key
And got
was buns
Skater boy bitch yeah I roll in for fun
All of these shady illusions
That's entertaining amusement
I get paid to get viewed some
While you
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
[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
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
(Woah, ah)
Losing my homies, one by one
Wait, What no more fun
what whooooooa
This is the story what what what what whooooooa
Where's the beef It ain't nothing to me better sit down like Rosa P
I'm O D B in
switch my colors
I'll get nabbed by the feds
And I ain't ever listen to
What Simon never said
'Cause last time he told me something
I was almost dead
tha homie Battlecat
What you do, put my foot in her ass and mashed tha gas
You know me, and ever since that day my nigga, I've been P I M P
livin'
Hittin' the booth like home cookin', my foot in it
I'm warmin' up, I'm just havin' fun with niggas
Not Denzel, but I've been watching tons
a twirl-a-round and then a car passed by
Bumpin' the funky sound
So we danced right there and then!
We were having so much fun
And I gave her a suggestion
So we
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
rockin'
Nah, Nah, Nah, not rock
Hold up
Bands... rolled up
Keep a fruit by the foot pants
Grotesque, not a lamb
I'm the goat but I go ham... cold cut
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
listen learn
Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is
real low
An whine it slow
An then repeat
Yea
Yea
No ID
Fuck it
No ID
Pop out to the club
And she right wit me
V.I.P
I got all the bucks
I feel like
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