Lyrics:
take it from that P-A-T
Do you like what you see
Tell me what else you done heard about me
Is it strange to see, that I be's a G
So take it how you want
lookin at me; it is what it is
I told that bitch come back, like a frisbee
She lookin at me; she wanna be free; she like a birdie; she up in a cage
She
on meds, prolly)
But I'm screamin' fuck them niggas and what they say about me
'Cause I'm steady hollerin'
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30
shit out
Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P
[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavailiable to come
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
my own box that is not imaginary
In this rock race y'all be chilling like Gary
Forget about YOLO man I'm living like Larry
Striped sweater, Dirty
Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-are-T
Texas where them trill ass niggaz be livin naughty
Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up
that we do, we gon' win it Got five to the one, two to the twenty
Remember F-P-O-T, he living ya, F-P-O-T
Fresh Prince of Texas, and I'm getting lit I
Gary Coleman squashed them
Up real good and carried their
Corpses down to the dump
One by one
He burned them all
While getting a good night sleep
In his
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma,
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
nigga?
Man you know we stay down
And I'm an honorary resident in U.G.K. town
I'm on my way
Yeah I'm on my way
I never give a fuck about what any
, Texas to Detroit (yo, ma)
Goddamn, mama, what's the point? (The fuck?)
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (ugh)
Jump in the truck with my
motor and vroom, vroom
I like the bling bling of my choppers
I got me a ranch and 4 horse 'cause I'm a baller
I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"Just 'B' Straight"
(feat. Master P)
[Chorus]
People always talkin 'bout
(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
You're
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
good?
I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?"
You know I got it, what's good?
My people's 'bout it, what's good?
Never stop, we never settle
Gotta push
Nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me
Ask Gary Vee
I'm a hustler
I done hustled all kinds of shit
I still hustle
But now the hustle
Noize boy, what's up
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know niggas be hollerin'
ain't playing when you
Talk about the game from the
Side like Gary Neville
I'm involved, I'm on a pitch
I'm a centre mid
I don't need to send for kids
Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-are-T
Texas where them trill ass niggaz be livin naughty
Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up
mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
Hustler, baller,
what time it is
Motivated by the money and we handling our Bizz
Ridin through the city candy paint drippin on the whip
I Know niggas ridin but they ain't
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