Lyrics:
Let's wake up?
It's dinner time
Yo turn up
Pull up to the crib and a n**** on silk
Come f*** with a n****
'Bout to bang on a p**** like I'm
World's, world's, world's famous
World, world, world's famous
You're now listening to (girl)
Skateboard P and the Louis Vuitton Don (I'm back)
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
[P. Diddy]
Yeah,
Yeah
[Eightball]
Yeah, yeah
This big 'Ball man, P. Diddy and MJG
We raw man (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon)
the project up to no good
My dogs - I ride for my dogs
I'll die for my dogs, this one for my dogs
[Master P]
Call me {?}, cause I'm respected in the hood
From
buck then throw yo' hood up
I pull up at the club, drinkin' and I'm gettin' loose
I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin' through
I'm chillin
sleepin on the cheese
See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
On the block, with the top
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
featuring Master P Mo B. Dick Silkk the Shocker
Master P:
Ugh
How that feel to ya baby
That feel good to you.
Let me
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
Wobble that thang , would it bounce would it shwang
Shake what your momma gave ya
You look good that's why they hate ya
(master p)
You probably mixed
[Master P Talking]
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
You know what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
Where I'm from? You
run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)
[P. Diddy]
Let's get, one thing clear (that's
[P. Diddy]
1, 2, 1, 2
Yeh why'all can hear me
Make the drumming sound yeh
Lets ride yeh yeh
Be clear we here lights out
Eat here sleep here my
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
[intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...what!
[chorus 2x: master p]
My niggas here we go (huh) from
[Master P]
This goes out to anybody in the club
That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else
I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit
'Cause I'm cool,
Just like the breeze-way now pushin' like salt and p-e-p-p-a
Push push back upon it (girl)
Make me believe you want it
Push push
learned to slang drugs
A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood
This fast cash got the P living no good
I'm deep up in this shit
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
(Master P)-talking
Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa,
Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan,
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
featuring Master P
Here lizard lizard...
Master P:
UUGGGHHHH!!!
Me and that nigga Mr. Magic together
We motherfucking
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
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