Ugh ha, do that to one of tenderonies And uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that Say black, the eye contact
Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies And uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, y'all hear that Chorus: The eye
Traduction: Master P. Essayant Pour faire quelque chose.
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye
was raised in flat Now will somebody tell me why first thing in the morning there's always something up that keeps my shorts from falling guess I can't help beeing horney it's so appaling tryin
Invasion, Part 2 The conspiracy Cause we ain't gunna never stop, you just keep wastin' you energy on us You should find something to do with your time
if I had something on you I woulda did it by now, Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session down and sending it to mastering to
[Black Thought] Uh huh uh And it weights a ton 'riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun Black master of any trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor
[Master P] At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership
's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy Hook it up like Master P (
for the tryin' I got nine Reasons why niggaz shouldn't step in my face With the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something
, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man? Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'? What you want to do
do I get bullet proof love, pounds and hugs You get extorted by the thugs that grew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P, you really should
crew ready to blast at ya 'Cuz we the masters We catch you niggaz wit glass, and who you gon' askin' Like you gaspin', backin' up while P's blastin'
in flat now will somebody tell me why first thing in the morning theres always something up that keeps my shorts from falling guess i cant help beeing horney its so appaling tryin
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
