gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Master P
Traduction: Master P. Thinkin 'Bout U.
what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Master P
getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the
get a grip on the grip I'm speaking All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays Thinking bout the days when I used to walk
U. A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so B.L.U. And yall boys know what we do We the proof that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy
Bring catastrophy to others Make you see murder like master p's little brother Flatterin punks, shattering junk Get your cavity _ With the force of a rim shatterin dunk Now u
[Verse One: U-God] Yeah, yo Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
your thing, come close wit' it And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good Naughty, Naughty Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down
T.R.U. A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so B.L.U. And yall boys know what we do We the proof that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe
mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!" Now P be dat
and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays Thinking bout the days when I used to
, stick em up) You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down? (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man, I'm bout it, bout
been to the pen) [C-Murder] Them boys is at it again (Sho') TRU Records came to represent (C-Murder) [Master P] No Limit No Limit [Hook with Master P
is seven dwarfs [Hook] [Master P] Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout
wit niggas we real black (Master P: A ghetto robbery) an that's how we ride (Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde) Chorus [Master P
