Lyrics:
car for lane mergin
Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma
Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas
While we fuck 'em
manana, why'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma
Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas
While we fuck 'em on camera
It's too late
Yo whassup P?
Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press
even
Arabian Egyptian
Morocco Mauritian
A real girl with ambition
Join me up
On my mission
I’m out dodging
The system
The prettiest addition
Your
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will
It's B. Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will
minutes it's a count down
All this in my system
Its gon leave me six feet underground
Shortie she just went sicko
What's the deal im in a pickle
Break I
I can feel it in my system
From A.m to the P.m
I shoot my shot like a don
Give a shout to the Mandem
I've been shutting out these feelings
In my
hero where T’chala at? (Where T’chala at?)
Made in the image of the god
Praise to Allah
Middle fingers to the system
Time to take what’s our
Bronxlyn
Ro ro-Ro-Ro-Ro Ro-Roo-Roo rocky
Sem jak Rocky řikej mi Balboa (Balboa)
Dělám to po svym
Ovečky mě maj za magora (Magora)
Nechci otročit
Systém práce
that drop
Hold up, wait til i get my dough up
Pissing yo P.O. off when u show up
Fuck this system the shit make me throw up
Wait til we twist it we
Paper Power Politics
It's the Triple P
Catch the rhythm of the struggle
That's the world we see
These three's dominating
Orchestrating our fate
But
I just left the crib and my phone on DND
I ain't ever lacking you can r.i.p me
Fn in my hand and this bitch is bussing thirty
I ain't tryna fuck
king!
DENNIS: Listen -- strange women lying in ponds distributing
swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive
power derives from
arrived
Step in game and am changing
Am known for putting the pain
And am applying the pressure
Am pushin P, P for the pain, P for the pressure
Am pushin P
pull up on a skateboard with me and P
Hoes gon' still pay me attention
Oh baby, voilà, voilà
You are a magician (voilà, voilà)
You can make it
Luteinent of a label full of soldiers nigga
Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers
[Master P]
Nigga nigga nigga mercenary killers
up when I'm in the mood
Too! (run that) blow a blunt
Get a drink whatever soothes you! (whatever)
Cause if it ain't
The street the system'll lose you
outrageous
Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit
F-R-E-S-H (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we reppin' it
So,
MASTER P LYRICS
"Bounce That Azz"
(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T)
-Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin
catch P laid back, in triple black trucks
Or catch him swingin pain(?) bottles in the club
Won't catch me with the police without cuffs
Can't press
it up
Now turn it up
2020 vision, money making mission
Focused on my dollars, cannot fake ambition
Always learning like a scholar, in a graded system
fucked up if I go to prison
You learn the game, this can't be played, it don't come on the system
I don't like jail but now they got my hands all in
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