Master P - The Ultimate Master P [compilation] (2006) by Master P (보컬) on maniadb.com

Y'all done made me go back to the old me
I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose
(All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready <i>[x2]</i>)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp
Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp
Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
I'm a country motherfucker
And I walk with a limp

<i>[Master P]</i>
My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick
Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick
I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer
Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater
I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp
Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp
Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck
We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP!
I'm the only pro baller, without a contract
But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq
And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up
And if they go quack quack put em in the truck
It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa
I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Master P]</i>
I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks
I put em in the ville and we both get rich
See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it
Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it
Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies
cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos
A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters
I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed
I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Master P]</i>
All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready
Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ
The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday
Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin
Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin
These pimps drink out of gold cups like ??
Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap
I said shake it for a pimp, girl do dat there

[Chorus - x4]
Who said he want some
Boy you don't want none
We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum

[Master P]
I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters
We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders
And uh, I don't know what they told you boy
But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy
We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit
I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits
And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine
And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine
I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know
We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors
Then, after the party it's the afterparty
And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby

[Chorus]
Who said he want some
Boy you don't want none
We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum

[Master P]
Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it
If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what)
Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that
It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at
T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck
We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck
We break bread, and wile out in the club
If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love
And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at
Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back
Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks
Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh)

[Chorus - 1/2]

Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas)
Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama)
We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio)

Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background]
D.C. [Chorus repeats in background]
Boston
New York
Arkanasas
Milwaukee
Arizona
California
Philadephia
Kentucky
Atlanta
Nebraska
Colorado
The bayou
The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter
Hit 'em up
Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck

Who wants some, who wants some
Motherfucker, who wants some

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 1]
I'm country, she country, we country
Come closer, it's a free country
Damn you cute, girl you fine
Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine
Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real
Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean
Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that
Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 2]
We play football, no pads, she got the cushion
I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding
Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie
I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+
And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall
So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs
And that Latino and Asian mommy
Make a grown man want to do the rowdy (WOO!)
And beautiful, black chick with the passions on
Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog

[Break]
Hey don't stop, don't stop
We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got
Hey don't stop, don't stop
We can take it from the club, to the parking lot
Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!)
Head, shoulders, knees, toes

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

[Verse 3]
I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo
And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too)
Halle Berry head, lease the red (WOO!)
Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it
Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson
Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction
She wear boots with her jeans like Free
And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police
She so sexy, damn so nasty
A thug girl, but still so classy
Sometime she get vicious
In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious

[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans)
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog
Shake what you got in them jeans
From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz

Little mama wit alla that (Heyy)
Let me tell you where the partys at (oohh oohh)
No Limits where the ballas at (over here)
We pop bottles like we quarterbacks
hey girl won't you do that dance
lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing
I like your style and the way you move
you make a thug wanna get wit you

<i>[Silkk]</i> When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly
<i>[Master P]</i> It's about to jump off
<i>[Silkk]</i> when I stop by

<i>[Master P]</i>
we ain't LL but we jus those type of guys
thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky
My wrist sittin on 24 carats
Rookies tuckin in they chains they must be embarassed

<i>[Silkk]</i>
I slide through grab a couple of bottles
later on fly threw grab a couple of models
you a balla you outside or in
I pulled up theres more outside then in
niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
like if you ain't on 20's or above don't park out front
some couple of dudes ran up the street
tried to park and run
get back to the spot
once I get back to the yact

<i>[Master P]</i>
I'm on the dance floor with trina and tasha
I'm a actor so its juice and vodka
tell the waiter more champagne for shorty
we in a V.I.P. and bout to get naughty

<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz

<i>[Curren$y]</i>
Call me on a sunday
you no a dawg could roll through
in a black 350z with no roof
excuse me I don't no what they told you
but I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to
curren$y the high spitter got hella flows
rock platinum rolls white, yellow gold
got the world in my hand won't let it go
I'm not a lightweight cuz I got heavy dough
young dude ice so chunky
game so smooth thats why they want me
ooh too cool way to flossy
if thats your boo you better get her off me

<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
Shake it girl, work it girl
Us thugs, we like them girlz

(feat. C-Los, Pop Black, Lil D Tank & Ruga)

chorus: Master P
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see that cat
Let me see that cat
oh BBbbbbitch i don't know what's next
but i love to watch porn because i love sex
Fuck some bitches
and let them suck dick like leeches

bridge: C-Los
Let me see it Girl
I'll make you twirl
You son of a gun
Let me fuck you hun
I'll make you see the sun
And you're going to have fun

Chorus:Tank

Pop Black:
Let me see that cat
I wanna see if it's as big as a bat
Let me see it
Becuase i wanna fuck that shit
c'mon girl i want to fuck that cat
i love you cause you're the shit
Let me see it
becuase i'll make you see the world
I'm like ludacris because i'm pimpin all over the world
so let me see it

Chorus: Ruga

Lil D:
Let mee see that shit
In return i won't treat you like shit
it's the truth, i aint making bullshit
Let me fuck that shit
if you have one wish like ray j
your wish is my command because i'm a baller, but i am not gay
im not going to be like frakie j
because i don't have to deal
and im baller for real
and i am not gay like frankie j

chorus:Master P, C-Los, Pop Black, Lil D, Tank, And Ruga

<i>[Master P]</i>
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV
and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it

<i>[Chorus: Master P]</i>
I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch <i>[repeat 8X]</i>

<i>[Master P]</i>
Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali <i>[wolf whistle]</i>
Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle
In the club she likes to get rowdy
And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it
I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian
Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican
Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me
Go to school, go to work, talk proper
Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper
Get your nails done, get your hair fixed
Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists
Be a thug chick, keep it real miss
Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Halleluyah]</i>
Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin
Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin
Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose
And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars
I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit
Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy
Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip
And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick
And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame
I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Master P - fading out]</i>
Do that dance <i>[repeat 4X]</i>
Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!
Do that dance <i>[repeat 4X]</i>
Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!

[Master P *talking*]
(oh ooh) don't be scared
Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh)
... til I D-I-E
See-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)

[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up

say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

[Master P]
I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer
Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller
Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me
See-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999
So holla at me, whody, he's the one who be's
Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police
Than pass me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo
I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+
And make them thugs say fuck y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all
I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all
Grab it - than take me to the booth
Tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my lout


[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up

[Master P]
So duck down, nigga, y'all ready be ready
Me and Silkk come to this bitch, like Jason and Freddy
Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good
Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods
I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk
Wild out in the club and make a nigga pop that crunk
I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew
They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos
I got a good heart, some bad friends, that's why we grap ten
But a nigga ain't scared to die, do life in the pen
Real niggas don't change when they hit the fucking block

Nigga, free see-Murder, come back so I got ya
I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas
I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my niggas
And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed
He a motherfucking liar, heard he rollin with the Feds

[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up

[Silkk]
Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't talk on rap
Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that
I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em
I got the game all twisted, nigga, lets twist it back for ya
They label me a gangsta, that's how I was, that's how I will be
And it's simple, I can't let no bitch nigga kill me
For real, P - Fo real we
Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep
Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep
Now I got a movie for y'all niggas, who like to act
I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat
I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap
(Master P: Nigga, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that
Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players
(...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours
You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters
I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later
Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit
Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he still can get it
So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off
Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "fuck you"
And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest
If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started

[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up

Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up

(feat. Black, C-Los, Pop, Tank)

[Master P]
Hey ma [repeat 3X]
Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot

[Verse One: Master P, C-Los]
It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it gully like I don't even see her
Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her
I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my number on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up
We them No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot
Get low with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it
I'm usually not the type to jock
But you sorta like the type that I would like to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the flo'
I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the Ward
Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all

[Verse Three: Tank]
Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that right?
'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me

[Chorus]

[Verse Four]
Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce like kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can
make you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm layin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a broad
She strippin it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a little math
Add me and subtract your pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the dance flo'
So shake like ya pros and bounce to the banjos

[Chorus]

<i>[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]</i>
Where them thugs at - there they go
Where them thug girls at - there they go
Where them ballers at - there they go
If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up

<i>[Drumma Boy]</i>
I pull up at the club, drinkin and I'm gettin loose
I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
I'm chillin with P and I'm actin the fool
When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe
My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of
where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck
Don't be alarmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
Shorty lookin right in her dress
When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex
Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan
I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Master P]</i>
You can find us on the block with that rock boy
I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy
Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook
Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks
Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga
What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house
And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel
When some shit pop off you better get it how you live
From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
We in the club V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
So where them ballers at, shot callers at
I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat
Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits
And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me?

<i>[Chorus]</i>

[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me
I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?)

[Chorus x 16]

Don't make me act a fool (what!)

[Verse 1]
Still posted on the block
Still slangin that coke
Still runnin from the cops
Still lettin those bitches know
Still fuckin with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My niggaz spliting wigs
A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still fucking with see (okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

[Chorus x 16]

[Verse 3]
Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

[Chorus x 16]

[Verse 4]
I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
Nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

[Chorus x 16]

Don't try this at home if you ain't no real hustler
I'm like Betty Crocker in the kitchen
The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up
But just watch and listen and you might get paid

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki'
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV

[Master P]
The first lesson in the cookin of dope
You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot
Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop
You see some liquid yeah don't po' that out
Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house
I mean, shake it up 'til the shit turn white
And don't sell to no snitches cause that's 20 to life
You can't trust nobody, not even your boo
You got one pistol? Man get you three or two
You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream
And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green

[Chorus]

[Master P]
I done made a lil' money and it's time to invest
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy
Put some ice on my wrists like I'm goin to the Grammy
I'm a country boy so let the truth be told
The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold
I went to the club, got a couple of hoes
Call me Ghetto Bill, I'm tryin to flip me a roll
Handle that rock like I'm goin to the pros
I got boys that'll tag ya toe
Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?}
I got it for 16-5 if you lookin for coke

[Chorus]

[Master P]
I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jail
Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed
No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes
I told Drumma, man mix me a beat
We in the club shorty feelin the freaks
I'm in the hood or I'm on TV
You can't mention the South 'less you mention me
Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game
I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game
I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy"
And I could never fall off, cause I'll go back to slangin rocks boy
I taught the world how to do dat dere
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there
I'm like, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere
It's the New No Limit shorty this is our year

[Chorus]

<i>[Intro]</i>
Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
What fire is that, what house I'm rollin on?
Do I holla at Curt, what's Unc doin?
What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?}

<i>[Chorus 4X: Master P]</i>
Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin
Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin

<i>[Master P]</i>
I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin
I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats
Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller
This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga
Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga
It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up
For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angola

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Master P]</i>
Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it
I'd invest in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth
Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out
Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see
See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3
Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black
Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back
And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires
Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we stereotype
Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life
See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Outro]</i>
Heh, he he
If y'all don't know us
Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth
Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
Y'all can't beat us then join us

[Intro: Master P]
When I'm alone my car...
I'm thinking about Miss Lorenzo...
My girl amy...
Sprewells,Giovanni,Daytons,Mo-Mos,Diablows
and my girl Ashanti......

[Chorus: Master P 2x]
I need dubs when I ride to the club
Cruisin with my girl,even rollin with
thugs,
I need dubs 22's, 24's shinin in the
hood,
I'm the king of the car shows...

[Verse 1: Master P]
I see it I buy it, you need it I got it, I could
transform a car til' a hally berry body man
Regular wheels I banned um, don't stand um
I'm the first one to put sprewells on a phantom
Girls see me and scream!!!
I'm repin Orleans
I got toys baby flex ain't never seen
Xzibit in the game but he can't pimp
my ride,
I got everything flip from the in to the outside
Them lambo doors 50' talkin bout
I had um on a cutless befo' I brought me house
I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters
27 diped in crome for the escalator
Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark
Put light on my rims for at night when they walk
Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs
Ghetto bill up in here...
y'all know what's up!

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2: Master P]
From the streets to the pin
You know the soldiers gon' win
When they see me on t.v. they say
he did it again,!
From his shoes to his clothes
he's ballin outta of contol,
From the bentley to the beamer to the
hummer with 6 doors...
But wody don't stunt, make them 6
fours jump,
Like reebox pumps,
P miller amps in the truck louis vettan
Ferrari, 360 is so clean.....
Ashanti rims, that really bing bing
And girls trip when they get in the ride
I got see-L 5, steering wheel on the other
side,
And I'm gangsta man, whatcha thinkin man?....
Shawty want to roll cause I'm on them Twinkies man

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3: LiL Romeo]
Now I'm know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean...
Nick name my rims deime (d-e-i-m-e) cause they older then me
At the age of 15 man, doin big thinkgs man,
Don't hate dog! (why) cause you ain't me man
Some say I'm ballin cause my crome stay crawlin
Took the phantom for a ride, now they stay I'm night crawlin
Never get hungry cause I keep them deep dish'es
The people you saw, then they take pictures
My hummer sit clean on the shaq's minus 8
White, gold and purple, just like them old days (man...)
Now its kinda crazy cause Mercedes getting jeolous (what?)
Range won't asanti's but they can't have it
All for less its my baby, my boo, if I ever need help!
I just scream whoodi whoo!,
P miller speakers match my p.miller sneakers
The ones on my feet and the ones on my beamer!

[Chorus 2x]