Lyrics:
boys ride (Them boys ride) Everybody get up Its p-I-t And I want everybody in the club to get crunk wit me Go ahead throw em up represent yo
[T.I.] Yea You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay) T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie) Grand Hustle pimp
on [Master P] Whas up, pimpin'? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nottin' but loot They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got But they
to hear from you soon P.S. I'm still not over you (Still not over you) you yeah Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble on But there's a lot
getting head Put the g in the p flipped the g to a ki Put the west coast back on the map bay bee Check my styles check my files I've been gang-banging
family 'spect it, whole fam connected Fuck off the hook, my shit's disconnected [Benzino softly speaking Hook] [P. Diddy over Benzino] Oh, see this
what I want y'all to do for me Kick back and blaze one up to this shit Y'all know who the fuck I am But if ya don't I'm S, N Double O, P Yes I am
screamin c-p-3 Nigga and magic and snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a uptown nigga so fuck y'all niggaz If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers
the one and only G.O.D To take my life to the T.O.P Now here comes a motherfuckin' D.O.G Who ain't happy til a nigga is R.I.P Tryin' to be somethin' you
of haze, it's in the drain You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate That ghetto P and that ghetto cash My ghetto eyes on her ghetto ass You
of haze, it's in the drain You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate That ghetto P and that ghetto cash My ghetto eyes on her ghetto ass You
day any time I don't care if it's right I wanna party party party Party all day P-p-p-party party Party all the way I wanna party like Feliza We
spit Speak my own slang-uage Still I am the real-iest Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P
me You party with a D.P.G. We ridin', dippin', slippin', slidin', eastside up eastsiders Riders, ballers, rollers, ladies, Players, gangstas,
The Mess Jack, when you convalesce Outta your seat Into the street Make with the feet Reet! If you're a P-V-T, your duty Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell) Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without
ain't no clouds Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats And I keep a MAC on me like I'm Master P Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range
the wet weed but I just bag it Theresa May wanna be like Branson Making P from airplane traffic Theresa May wanna be like Branson Making P from airplane
Do the D-A-N-C-E One, two, three, four, fight Stick to the B-E-A-T Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T. Catching all the lights Just easy
story If you can visualize a downtown crowded street Somebody was eatin' 'n saw P pull out his piece And decided to reach (Security yeah yeah)
you're not S.P.! (liiiil' rapssss!) Close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G; (ssssshhhh!) The Glock-500 but these bullets come free! (uh-oooooohh!)
we're callin' you Dial 1-800 there for evacating me When you need directions to the Silk s.p.o.t. Make sure I see you at the p.l.a.c.e. We'll be
nigga (Bun) Fresh out the cuts (Bun) Straight outta P.A.T. so (Bun) Holdin' these nuts, you know dat (Bun) Paintin' a real picture (Bun) They
and dot my I's Better say hello, don't you dare say goodbye I'll write sincerely yours and sign my name P.S. I love you forever and today Two weeks go by,
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