Lyrics:
Jean-Marie Mon cousin puis mon ami Qu’a mis sa belle habit Avec ses p’tits souliers vernis Le v’là mis, comme on dit Comme un commis voyageur Quand on danse
un raisin Qui m'fera des p'tits pois Elle me raconte sa vie Sa p'tite vie de navet Ses premières cochonneries Avec un jeune poulet Elle dit
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]
[P. Diddy] Ladies and gentleman….. this… is… the remix C'mon….. this… is… the remix C'mon… Ladies and gentleman… this… is… the… remix [Missy
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
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