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Hupsakee We hebben de h de u de p de s de a de k de ee Hier zijn we weer! H u p s a k ee 2016! De koningsspelen! Iedereen die doet weer mee Met de
P's Them bitches landed right in front of me Broke it down with every nigga under me Want 'em cheap, gotta come to me We cut the ticket, now we run
a piece I might turn one of 'em to three If they say that shit was straight I might turn that three to eight I know P, I fuck with H (I know P, I fuck
can't even sit And this chain so heavy, I'ma die, Glock sit on my hips (say) I'm driving around this city, now I'm posted in V.I.P. It be your own city
Uh, for the two G's, for the millennium Do or Die [Johnny P] Ain't gon' pay no bills [Chorus] Police, can't see me ballin' Sipping
(what?) You get bare P's, if you get bare views Like you get bare P's if you work bare hours And I get bare P's if I make bare tunes Don't hate now
I'm the street lights that guide you home, I'll be the G.P.S. when you've lost your phone, I'll be the song that's rockin' into your headphones, I'll
Pantin Ça fait des tas De p'tits tapins Qui font merveille En toute saison Ça fait d'l'oseille Et s'est si bon Dédé-la-croix Bébert d'Anvers Ça
possible unless you really got cabbage Me, I'm a savage, so I'm gonna have it Everybody wants V.I.P. wit the baggage Me, plus one (No!) me, plus two (No!)
Awright Got him! Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin
my frame of mind, to keep in mind the casualties If that click click quick to trip, bitch it be the tragedy S.P.V. we market thee Down for doing what
the P-H-O-E-N-I-X Yo! Seven X-Sinner Iguanas in the midst flesh issues And set this spiritual death wish. Forget this One of us goin' die Resist the devil he
secret is senseless The noose is a necklace Salambo Salambo Salambo P I G PIG Get up do the walking This dead man is talking Syphilis will sing
another DJ? Special request: I serviced his ass with the AK P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling
[Master P] Five kids in the house with no food to eat So me and my brother we took to the dope streets See that's how the whole game started And if
[MP (back round):] (LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh [Snoop:] Sup P? [MP:] (Ha ha) That's some real shit where the hot boys at, Where
P-O-P-P-I (Who got the live special guest for the night?) Excuse me as I kiss the sky Yo one on one through the nasal To put food on the table, I Rush
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
rowdy, let's get rowdy You know Montell's 'bout it 'bout it Master P's 'bout it 'bout it Lookie here Stepped in the club, after my show You know
bubblin' yo (bubblin', yo) Set we mind at ease, we got to take it slow So when you see the S.P. floatin', don't provoke him 'Cah the girls we be pokin',
speed) Roll up by the P, I'm T'd (I'm T'd) EarDrummers, one time, what it do? Dripset, O.D (O.D) Gimme room like a nigga obese (obese) I'm iced up,
(DJ Durel) yeah I bought my bitch a bag I bought a lotta ass I bought my bitch a bag I bought a lotta ass My C no longer slashed R.I.P
impin', they some P's (hustlers) Some of them sell candy, some sell trees (customers) Me personally I'm a rapper, and I'm spectacular (remarkable) Got
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
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