Lyrics:
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
in the center of my life
Wooo!
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type
some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we
some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we
strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
Master P tape in [repeated to fade]
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy
Heads bobbin in this bitch like a Bobble head posted up and down
Like how cool is that
Bob Bobb your head Mean Mug
Bob Bobb your head Mean Mug
Nigga say
are
To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguin' over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle wylin', I don't
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole
Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho
You know what I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin you fuck-ass
shit, drop the atty
And I might pull up in the Caddy
Never f**ked your man, I f**ked your daddy
Bob, Monét, Todrick:
This a broke bitch, woke bitch
is
Society's built by opportunists
I philosophize and try to walk you through this
Yeah cause I know I can go it alone
Bitch I bet you
Ima be holding
You bum bitch, we run this
Remember me?
Yup, it's been a minute
But the misfit back up in it
Soon as I rip it, these other cats are finished
that are sensitive
I want my life to be what I think it is, not an incident
My heart is in to this same place where the spirit is
Underrated is
the window, you see me (skrrt, let this bitch down)
We got ARs, .45s, nines, in the two-tone Lamborghini (let's go, let's go)
I'll walk in the bitch by myself
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath,
To smokin' on sticky green.
I'm still Pimp see, bitch
I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;
But, me and cool Ace rollin'
these cyphers?
I treat 'em like they a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greezy neighbors
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
cause it gonna get rowdy
Cock that bitch back, I'm steady sellin crack
I'm stuck in this game and nigga its like that
That's how we doin do it down
in, gang bang bang
Yessiree Bob, I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this kid's rock, ba-wit-da-ba dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka-bow,
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