Lyrics:
I call this one, the campfire song song
Let's gather 'round the campfire, and sing our campfire song
Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song
And if you
to catch you any way he can
Better get on your P's and Q's
If you don't, you're gonna pay hard dues
Ooh... yeah, yeah...
Sleeping in his car
Roamin' near,
R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you can play this at my funeral
Wrap me up in Chanel
you'll get it back you just lost your verse
It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin' for weed
'cause I don't want to forfeit first
I could even
the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my sh*tty tracks
I'm p*ssed off but I'm too polite
When people break in
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press
Sleep on the yacht for like twenty-somethin' days (twenty-somethin' days)
On a G6 tryna smoke all the Haze (smoke all the Haze)
I got P Angels, they
for your punk ass
My nigga Ski whats up
My nigga C whats up
My nigga P whats up
I'm read to tear shit up
Coming straight from the land of the O-A-K
it - p-push it real good
Ah , oush it, Ah ah ahahahah
Het up on this!
Hey!
Get up on this!
Yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make
paid, one in the chamber for the nigga fade
Master P don't take no bullshit nigga
Don't make me squeeze this motherfuckin' trigger
Cause the life I live
me do ya, do ya,
come one let me do ya,
I want, I want 2 do ya, do ya,
I can make u happy (I can make u H.A.P.P.Y)
I can make it real good (so good)
Performed by minneapolis
Composed by sonny t.
M p l(l) s
I used 2 play the gig at archie's bunker
Then I up and joined the jeffersons
I was in a band
in the club
With the gun I bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some more ass to whoop on
[Chorus]
Yeah
L O X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers
[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta
that
So many wanna see me, and time is money
But never in the P-E-N yo
Welcome back to Viet-nam, California
Ain't a damn thing changed so let me warn ya
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard,
the street
Im from the lbc and i dont noe wut yall done heard about me
But im a C-R-I-P wit some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp playa from da 213 crew
Now look
y'all be lovin this shit right here
L I M P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care
P, be a better me? (P)
Bitch ridin' with a felony
See the jealousy
The struggle made me a better me (go)
Why you talkin', is you payin' me?
Uh, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond, yeah, Thugga Thugga, yeah
Yeah, go right about now
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
Give
right now, won't you come peek (alright!)
P was outside, P was outside (P!)
The way that ass shake, leave your mouth wide
You need to say grace 'fore
Ch-ch-ch-cherries on the top man
B-butterscotch jam
P-put me some nuts in them cups
That's what's up man
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
boy turned rapper
She go down south, then back up
Man can't wife up no slapper
Man bust that ting to my brudda
Sent P's to my mother
Trap in
rollin', we rollin')
The P-I-M-P
The pockets are filthy
The cars is sick, B
The bars is milky
He hard ta' kill, G
The God is real deep
The Coop
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