[master p] Hoe games, hoe games Suckers with no game Hate to see a young g stack a mil man [master p] It could be your best friend your row dawg, your
Traduction: Master P. Les Jeux.
[Master P] Hoe Games, Hoe Games Suckers with no game hate to see a young g stack a mil man [Master P] It could be your best friend your row dawg, your
Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics Never
is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "
Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew P P P in the back an' they parkin
Hall of Famer International resider worldwider packin heat Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P Found my glitch in this rap game, now
cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
wherever they can fuckin get They better ask somebody 'fore I have Big Truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch! Mastered the flow, the gun and the hand game
and P.E. connect So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins all in it's the master
is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like master p said, &
lookin' for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, 'cause a nigga never know Oh, they?ll be around, but when yo? paper get low Just like Master P said, ?
they fucking with me, cause Gangsta Blac gonna set it off got time damn near every day, every spot I'm in da house bitch we play no games hoe, I just
m Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics
Pushed in the game at a young age Feel me touch me as I turn the page A little past ten, roughly about Eleven years old dropped in the good location
deception rear While D.P. got serving nigga hoe We on a mission, get down for the course whatever man Mother fuck thing, gimme all my change, aw bang with the chain-game
vaseline put a look in the must homie im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game
