Lyrics:
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
everything gets better,
Got to try to hold your head,
Until the skies get cleared up.
Could it be these lyrics we write,
Or just an attitude,
Creating
tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize (Yeah)
I got wasted (Woah, ayy)
And I'm taken by
scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
Now my buddy and me, we fell right in
We hollered, "Let the joy begin"
Now we're thinking we could get a good
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
Steal the phone out of your Gucci
Imma do, do this
Poppin' off like an Uzi
And hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it 'til we get woozy
(Okay)
'Til we get
the deeper than the kissing
Tried to get close but his heart was distant
That's the wrong position to be in
By Getting in fights always at odds but never even
[Master P]
Can't stop til the tanks on the wall
Cause we made men and we goin ball til we fall
We can't stop til our tank's on the wall
Cause we made
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
There's gonna be good
I just spent four nights in the trap
Tryna get racks on racks
More than a hundred missed calls
And I didn't call one of them back
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
there
Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware
Screaming life is still unfair 'til I get a real career
The fuck am I gonna do until then?
'Til we get there
'Til we get there
'Til we get there
Yowego, from the poorest and blackest of people
To survive in the streets of Modesho
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I
babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
Get low (get low), get low
To the window (to the window)
To the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my
there ever be peace, or are we all just
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace (uh-uh)
That's why I keep my
(I did)
Yuh
Sexin these hoes by the pairs
(Yea)
Sneakers, Givenchy
I done lost some of my bros to the trenches
It's a dangerous life we was livin
I
by ('Til we get, 'til we get, 'til we get)
I'll fucking ride ('Til we get, 'til we get, 'til we get)
We can get through it (We can get through it)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
Get low (get low), get low
To the window (to the window)
To the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
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