know, yeah I'm outta here im bout to go and spend some of this motherfucking money yaknowhatI'msayin? Peace to all the bitches in the world yaknowhatI'msayin? from Master P
Превод: Мастер П. Време 2 Цхилл.
talk about you (talk about you 2x) Don't give a fuck about you (fuck about you 2x) You livin' bout it bout it (bout it bout it 2x) Just make em read about
you wrinkle 'em Gimme my props, yo, more than a cop, yo 'Til I master hip hop, I won't stop, yo Gimme my props yo, more than a cop, yo 'Til I master
time damn near every day, every spot I'm in da house bitch we play no games hoe, I just one up out the Dirty South, nigga [Chorus: repeat 2X] STH MEM
me check this shit out Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P [Master P] Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P Sorry I'm unavailiable
is in him isn't entering Pistols entering missiles split entering Hollow tips losing the gin, I lose in sneaking I've been waiting gotta give my damn Pop the world war 2
, El-P yo bring the horns back (Yes) Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle (You are correct sir) Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight [El-P
contracts," you know what I'm taking about Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about Hey man, you understand me Master
drank he roll the Sweets T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can
my underground Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my t.p. But my hina' hollerin' release me Prime time like shines on the high mimes Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
Master p(o'dell): Ya know what(I miss you) Its' like, uh? how many times(I really miss my homies) We must go through this how many records we gotta make
spell my name I'm Tru 2 da Game Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game Ain't nothing changed but my bank account I'm still the same Still the same, Master P,
sleep Soon as I leave the studio, I'll be headed to your street nigga Verse 2: I was by my potnahs house peepin out these beats that he made Just chillin
Shooter, there's no need to feel down I said, Shooter, pick your mag off the ground I said, Shooter, it's time to try a new stage But this time just take
This for all y'all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame. From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice Cream up and turn it into candy. Mo b
, things'll never change I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name I'm tru 2 da game -chorus- [master p] Still the same Master p, the
