Lyrics:
makin' enough in the club
Come and fuck with a (p-pimp like me)
What, I can tell how you jack, and you juke, you could be
From the Chi, by the way you
don't have it)
Funny, you got a lot of books here-
(Yes, we do, but we don't have
David Coperfield with one p
By Edmund Wells) are you quite sure?
Don't give me cold shoulder
I'm missing your heart
I'm missing your closure
And I need you here
I'm fighting for love just like a soja
We ain't sipping
you go panic
cllow me Big Boy Darling beat on it .GO
Let me switch topic
Me I don't force it
Buy force punchline irritating jus stop it
Chale pause
mayor of the town
See-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new f**king keys to the block
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
You
beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass
You know we're
've always meant for some' high
Maybe that's how Angel got to be
You're a proven God to me
Wimbo huu ni upendo wangu kwako
Marafiki wanafurahia uwepo wangu
P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
[MP]-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone
For the sake of the gang,
cnd the ends?
But let the constable,
Place them under arrest?
That don't make,
Sense to me,
How do you,
Run your block?
won show the world you fit make it by doing you too,
That's why I'm happy Blacko's doing all the things we couldn't do,
I swear e hit me as I
And by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas
A general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
There's gonna come a day,
outside tryna reach her
You tryna leave him, you said I'm the reason
Tell me lies, ooh girl, tell me lies
Say you're mine, I'm yours for the night
I'm
like
We'll hook up tonight yeah
I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you haven't been satisfied recently
Haven't been with a P I M P like me
hoes?
[C:] Hoettes Bitches Hoes nigga (oh OK)
Well what hoes you talkin' 'bout?
[P:] Don't make me call yo baby mama
[C:] Don't make me call yo baby
Intro
(Clears throat)
Ay yo ( man )
Dun know the ting, you get me
BRAP BRAP BRAP ( POP POP )
(Yeah, yeah )
Chorus (00:27)
Hundred killas
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
on a date race and sedate
I know you lie to me
You just don't lie to my face
I can't be great ‘til I'm grateful for it
You just want hate, you got a gift for
you understand then you throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up
Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na,
P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up
Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na,
free And wild, we grinding
Remind me when We shinning
From Monday to Monday
We coming, we slimy
(Slimy)
You see the name C.P
It brings out the joy in me
thought
I was a hooper never been a mark
You niggas shrimp I always been a shark
I came from the bottom now she give me top
And she got that W.A.P. W.A.P
R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P R.I.P
R.I.P be at peace no more pain you gotta go through
Didn't listen to me then but I told you
Lookin' now you would tell me
and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
In this 97 space age hustle
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