Good Side/Bad Side Album

Artist(s): Master P

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Master P Good Side/Bad Side Cover Art

Tracklist

Act a Fool

length: 3:50

[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this **********ing No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out *****
I could gave a **** what a ***** gotta say about me
I could gave a **** what the media gotta say about me
***** I ain't got no **********ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a ************ 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 *****es know
Still ****in with your made
Beause blowin that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My *****z spliting wigs
A couple ****ing g's ***** it can get did
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still ****ing with see (okay!)
R.I.P. to the *****z in the **********ing dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a ***** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that ************ 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 **** Gucci and Prada *****
I'm underated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come ***** I'm gunna be there
Can't fall off because a ***** ain't average
**** the I.R.S. a ***** still got cabbage
Know how to play the game because the ***** 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 **********ing myself
And if I have some beef ***** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a ***** ain't Ma$e
So give me 50-feet before I catch a ****in case, *****
We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin **********ing wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees ****-a-***** who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me
I'm still rowdy
***** I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And the hoes still talk about me
Ten years later ***** I'm still in the game
y'all thought after 400$ mill a ***** would change?

[Chorus x 16]

COM.1

(Intro)
Whats up n____ where the weed at?
Man I smoked all that s___.
n____ the s___ I left on the coffee table you smoked all that?
I smoked all that s___ that s___ was good
And you aint saved me s___ n____?
I just got a little carried away
You know how f___ing far I had to go to get that n____?
Ill pay
Get in the f___in car then n____.
Come on n____ lets go!
(/Intro)

This cowboys gone ride to California
They got that green sticky weed when its on ya
(Yee-haw) Hit the bay area to holla at the people
Forty Whodi done changed his phone and his beepa
Now Im tweekin for that green sticky dank
(gotta have it 2x)
Roll falayo(?) back to Richmond but it gotta stank
(say it again)
Went to the house alone but it was closed
(what happened fool?)
DeAndre aint doin nothin hes got home he's on parole
(Yee-Haw!)
Went to the Hilltop Mall headed straight to Oakland
35 saps(?) say its a drought yall must be jokin
Got on the great bridge didnt stop till I get to Frisco
(Yee-Haw!)
Gotta couple bags of that dank now its official
Gotta concert to do down in la leezy
And if I run out Snoop Dogg say he got me fo sheezy
Now yall know why I love California
Cuz my mamma out there got that stank on ya
Hold up man bring me back to Richmond I forgot to see my momma

We All We Got


[Chorus (2x):]
[Master P]
These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh)
My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh)
We got beef then we keep 'em cocked
The new No Limit, we all we got

[Master P]
Now if you in, then you in
From the streets to the pen
That shit that happened last year won't happen a-fuckin-gain
The only way out is to die my nigga
Fuck with the mob we gonna ride my nigga
See I ain't the nigga that said I'm done this year
I'm the nigga that said we run this here
And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory
I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' war stories
This from the heart nigga, I speak the truth
You don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
And if you never sold dope, you don't know how I feel
And you ain't gotta get shot to be motherfuckin' real

[Chorus (2x)]

How the fuck you monkeys gonna go up against Godzilla?


Who Want Some

length: 3:20
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
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]

[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


Let 'Em Go


(feat. Curren$y)

[Master P]
This goes out to anybody in the club
That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else
I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit together
And wanna be with a baller, let 'em go

[Chorus (4x):]
[Master P]
Let 'em go (let 'em go)
Let 'em go (let 'em go)
Don't handcuff 'em whodi let the girl work the floor

[Master P]
You just security for the night whodi, you ain't the police
See your girl wanna be free, and if you show her drinks on me
And if she wanna play a little, then let her play
But if y'all happy enough, I'm sorry y'all have a nice day
'Cause I ain't no homewrecker
But baby look at what you missed
24's on the ride and ice on the wrist
I wanna take you out the hood and let you live like Nick Jassiter??
Roll with this thug but you gotta get rid of that cancer
Then we can beep beep, I mean, creep creep
I ain't the Ying Yang Twins but you know I like to skeet skeet
And that boy got a chick I like
But I just came in the party I ain't came to start a fight

[Chorus (4x)]

[Curren$y]
Yeah, they know the kid roll up on them 21's
Diamonds on my wrist reflectin' colors like some Lucky Charms
Niggaz grabbin' they girls and puttin' cuffs up on me on
She think she all hot but she was until she met the don
I got my game from the Colonel spit a flame at her
Burnin' with nothing, the girl around me 'cause I set her up
But my aim ain't to hurt, I know my name
And I con her I might hit her with some G but I won't stack her up
Hot spitter man, money and cars I got it
Young like ?? we'll come too my house and talk about it
Shorty diggin' on me, just let her step with the dog
Take them handcuffs off a whodi you ain't a wrestler frog

[Chorus (4x)]

[Master P]
Let 'em go
So if they came with you, and don't leave with you
Don't trip
Just let 'em go
'Cause tomorrow, you can do your thing, you heard
That's some real game
Club over now
Go home
Fuck, go cry or something
We ain't bout to fight behind no broad
I got money, I'm out


Who Them Boyz

length: 3:50
(Intro)

(Muther fucking King of Crunk and the don of rowdy music nigga) YYYEEEAAHHHH
Hey(Hey) Lil Jon(Lil Jon) Master P(Master P)
New no limit bme click (Whatx7) Me and my muther fucking boyz in the club tonight. We dont give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight especially with them muther fucking boys over there. You know them muther fucking boys? (Nah!)

(/Intro)

(Chorus)

Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz. (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz. (Fuck them boyz)

(/Chorus)

(Verse 1)

Im from uptown New Orleans. Straight out the hood.
I jumped off the spinners saying I wish you would.
Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit. (What!)
I dont know this muther fucker I probably done fucked his bitch.
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickel.
I aint feelin this shit I put my hand on my pickel.
The nigga started steamin but Im cool as a fan.
He wanna throw em up but I got a gat in my pants.
Im throwed off nigga, missing a few screws.
And I dont give a fuck about putting yo ass on the news.
And if you aint from my hood you know you could get it.
We roll hella deep niggas screamin NO LIMIT
Im a thug nigga I lean when I walk
My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Huuughhhh)
Im a soldia and Im ready to ride
We got beef we could take it outside

(/Verse 1)

**Chorus**

(Verse 2)

We ridin dirty smokin windows tinted
Run up on the lac' this aint a movie but this the endin
I gotta nigga rollin with me name Oozy
We stop on the block and this boy aint choosy
The first one we see better break me off
And if yo shoes too big, Take the muther fuckers off
[Straight gutter, straight rugged rugged raw, wicked like you never saw, lets go to war] (UGGHH)!
[If talkin hell is hot my change is 50/50, If I die Im takin you with me So come and get me, In my chest yo bullets'll never hit me, Im vested up]
(WHAT!) [Touchin Talneshee nigga thats whats up]
We demand respect, Cuz yall niggas rookies
Dont make us act like cookie monster 'n take a niggas cookies
(UNGH!) No limit boyz rowdy and we dont give a fuck
C-Murder in dis bitch thro yo fuckin hoods up

(/Verse 2)

**Chorus**

(Verse 3)

(What!) Yo, tell Liberty theres some girl out here for her

Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Yeah I know them girlz. (Fuck them boyz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Yeah I know them girlz. (Fuck them girlz)

Im ready willing and able to ride at any cause
Down to spark feelin Im Pedo and Im from boat
Chokin bitches with their weaves Im all up in their throat
I suggest you think about it cuz you dont really know (What!)
I can care less about yo rep up in the streets
I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep
No limit mommies only fooled by the baby face
Im not diggin yo man Im just thuggin for benjamins
So stop the hatin increase the radio cake
Im not familiar with you why you tryin to debate
Im in a light green laid back mirror glass tinted
You better keep yo day job youll never be in it

Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Yeah I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz)

Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz. (Fuck them boyz..boyz..boyz)

Why They Wanna Wish Death

(feat. Afficial)

[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his only begotten son
That who ever believe in him, should not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad

[Hook - 2x]
Some say, life be short
I think, we was cursed from the start
I'm only trying to play my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz

[Master P]
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
Cuz came home man, he looking good
Fell off, having problems in the hood
Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm still trying to find, the right lawyer for C
And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga

[Hook - 2x]

[Master P]
I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee
Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randall gone man
Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why would they wanna, wish death on my life

[Hook - 2x]

[Yukon]
They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone
Go through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move
Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound
I'm from a place, where it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers
Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold you
I got a plan, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz

[Desperado]
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike
Little Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible
But you cowards start singing, like American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga

[Hook - 2x]

You Don't Know Me

Master P [Talking]
Yo what you trippin' on?
Didn't I tell you its gonn be alright?
I ain't came up on somethin' shorty
And I got you

[Chorus]
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you feed up
Shorty keep you're head up

(Just listen)
I seen you in school shorty
What's to do shorty?
You know I'm out here thuggin' but what's up wit me and you shorty?
You need me I'm on the three way
I'm in the hood thuggin' wit my homie ?????
What you say he ain't treating you right?
Wuzzup baby girl you need a thugg in your life
Shorty keep your head up and ima be there
When you need me gurl even when you feed up
And I ain't tryin' to boost you up or shoot you up
But if you was money you'll be a million buks
Just be there when I need ya
And if ya hungry Ima feed ya
That's why them otha gurls want to be ya.
And gurl you shouldn't settle for less settle for that
You a queen and you deserve the best
I know you don't know me
I 'member what you tol me
"And I like the way you hold me"

[Chorus]
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you feed up
Shorty keep you're head up
Even when you feed up

I know you shooked
And really ain't into meetin' new guys
Think we all the same good for tellin' you lies
But I can understand that
I peep a frown ? on your face when I ask you "where you men at?"
But I ain't really tryin' to invade your space
Your heart been shelter all over the place
And you used to be a bright gurl now world is death
Got an attitude which you hadn't heard of him
Ima P.I.M.P but I'll treat you right
Did I ?? gurl never ??????
When I was broke on the block you was there for me
See you can cut through loose you don't compare to me
Cause see I'm from the heart I just ran out of lies
I don't want to be the reason tears run from your eyes
Think I'm two G'ed up for my feelings to show?
Well go right ahead keep thinkin' you know
(You was wrong about me)

[Chorus:]
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you feed up
Shorty keep you're head up
Even when you feed up

Yo' ma I'm always seen you around but lately
Seem somethin' keepin' you down and
They say your x so abusive
You don't play sports how you get those bruses?
To be honest the dude is useless
Let me take you out the hood we can do this (ok)
You too cute to be seatin' on the bench
You can start on my teem ma come n represent and
I can treat you better than that looser ever did
Cause you don't deserve the type of stress that he give
I know I'm young but I can treat you right
And if he trippin' then you need to be with me tonight
Ah and baby he don't have an ounce of respect for you
That's why I think is Gangsta how you backed off and left the dude
Shorty age ain't nothin' but a number
If you need to get away take the Benz or the Hummer and
You say I don't know enough about you but I just can't see myself being
Without you
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Shorty keep your head up
Even when you feed up
Shorty keep you're head up
Even when you feed up

Anything Goes

Oh yeah

this dope **** done got a lot of my *****s

taken out the game

And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool



Verse 1



Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g

I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me

I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g

My best friend done turned into my **********ing enemy

19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug

I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy

learned to slang drugs

A lot of **** done changed in my ****ing neighborhood

This fast cash got the P living no good

I'm deep up in this **** and ain't no turning back

Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a ****ing sack

I told him check his *****, but he didn't here me though

He didn't believe that his ***** was out smoking dope

Now I gotta stand on my own 2

I came in this world by myself

that's the way I'm gone die fool

One year later and my cousin doing life on a case

I moved to Richmond California just to ****ing get away

Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans

He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines

And everything was cool for a ****ing while g

Til I went to this club and this fool tried me

We in the back with some *****es counting hundreds

Til these suckers walked up and said jack

these *****s from the country

We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move

Connects and head butting, that's how I did this fool

King G hit this boy with a upper cut

30 days in the county, but we didn't give a ****



(Chorus)



Anything goes

Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes



Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked

Ready to put some fools on they back



1, 2, 3 a ***** slanging keys

but why you have to mess with P



Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked

Ready to put some fools on they biggety back



Verse 2



Released from the county on a PO

The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope

Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac

Two days later I'm back rolling **********ing black

Lexus coup with a droptop Benz

And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends

I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though

Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro

They say my little brother died back in New Orleans

Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream

But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry

In Richmond one day the P is gonna die

And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though

Like the movie on the **********ing Untouchables

So when I go out, I know I'm ****ing living wrong

They betta take me out like ****ing Al Capone

COM.2

It's a Drought


(feat. Afficial)

[Hook - 2x]
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'

[Master P]
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope
And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope
This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface
So don't bring no hoe around you, that love white cake
C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs
I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you
We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you snitching
This ain't baseball, so stop pitching
And making collect calls, to the police
Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me
I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor
But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters
But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat
We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast

[Hook - 2x]

[Desperado]
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay
Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe
So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks
I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6

[Yukon]
You think quick, when there's money on the line
That's when I come through, and get em every time
Fine line 'tween the vision my chain, like it's straw
And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine

[Desperado]
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure
My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more
How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off
Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop off's

[Yukon]
The game clear, when I'm spitting these bars
It's that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge
We got work man, tell me what you want
Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month
Put the pieces in place

[Desperado]
Then we find the yay

[Yukon]
No shorts on the strip

[Desperado]
All the money be straight

[Yukon]
Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up late

[Desperado]
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait

[Hook - 2x]

[Master P]
Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the block
Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get your life straight
Find another way out, before it's too late
Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
It's enough for in the game, where the playas play for good
And these cats, be barking
Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking

[talking]
You heard me, fuck
Get against the car


Them Jeans

length: 3:43
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[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 karate
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, lisa-raye (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


[Thanks to dwimby@webtv.net, jad94601@hotmail.com, Cabogdan@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]

Ghetto Honey

length: 3:39

[Hook: Theresa Esclovon]
When I see you I, like to ride up and I
Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie
The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear
You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare
I think of you and I, want you boy no lie

[Master P]
I wanna wife you shorty, but let's get one thing straight
I could get you a Benz, or a house by the lake
You want one with cameras, you want one with a gate
We could live like Tony Montana, girl we be straight
But you gotta tell your mom's, to stop bugging
Them dudes I be rolling with, that's my boys and my cousin
I'd rather be caught with it, then caught without it
I ain't gon lie, I've been to jail boo I'm bout it bout it
I ain't trying to hide who I am, shorty I'm a thug
But I love to kiss, and I love to fuck
My wardrobe, it's all T-shirts and jeans
I ain't hard to find, baby I'm on the corner with the team
But if you need me, girl I'm coming running
If it's beef, me and the boys we coming gunning
And I'ma tell you something girl, it ain't about the money
We gon thug until the end, and I'm glad you my ghetto honey

[Hook]

[Master P]
You like minks and ice, I could buy you that
You caught a bus to the crib, you could take the six back
Slow down shorty, don't be in a rush
Ain't nothing better than you and I, I mean us
We was made for eachother, look like sister and brother
Started out as friends, turned into lovers
I need your full attention, I'm feeling your style
I don't talk too much, but my homies buck wild
Tattoos and gold teeth, you know I'm thugging
I'm straight from the hood, but that just means good loving
Don't judge a book by it's cover, I got big dreams
I wanna take mom out the hood, and put you on my team
We could thug together, shorty grow together shorty
You could sleep over, and we could get naughty shorty
From the first time I met you, I was feeling you
And it don't feel the same, when I ain't with you

[Hook]

(*singing*)

[Hook]

That Ain't Nothing

length: 4:30

(Intro: Silkk + Master P)
Yeah
You ain't gotta go to no car lot
Come and shop at the garage
Nephew [That-That-That-That]
I need to borrow a couple million from you [That-That ain't nothing]
You know how we do it

(Chorus: Master P)
That's how he doin' it
That's how she doin' it
That ain't nothing whodi I see how yall doin' it
That's how he doin' it
That's how she doin' it
Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it
That's how he doin' it
That's how she doin' it
Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it

(Verse 1: Silkk + Master P)
Clap your hands doors come up [that ain't nothing]
Clap twice the motor start up [that ain't nothing]
Guys givin' a concert when they run up [that ain't nothing]
You see it when the car and the truck's done up [that ain't nothing]
No Limit man we run the south [that ain't nothing]
Got my own clothes coming out [that ain't nothing]
Fly to France look just for lunch [that ain't nothing]
Condor if I say more than a month [that ain't nothing]
All my rides they be chromed up [that ain't nothing]
TVs yep phoned up [that ain't nothing]
Out the country when I wanna chill [that ain't nothing]
Ninety-six inches on the wheels [that-that-that-that ain't nothing]

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Master P]
I got a house with some marble floors [that ain't nothing]
And my ceiling it be solid gold [that ain't nothing]
On my bed I got mink sheets [that ain't nothing]
And my mom live 'cross the street [that ain't nothing]
Ghetto kids call me Santa Claus [that ain't nothing]
Cuz every Christmas I break 'em off [that ain't nothing]
I got the new rims that keep spinnin' [that ain't nothing]
On the truck the Benz and the Bentley [that ain't nothing]
I got a Goochey helicopter [that ain't nothing]
And if I get sick I got a private doctor [that ain't nothing]
See me on Forbes I own the tank [that ain't nothing]
Came on out of money I own the bank [that ain't nothing]
I even ball in the NBA [that ain't nothing]
And might buy the (team's next mate?) [that ain't nothing]
P Miller on my shirt and pants [that ain't nothing]
And my speakers say the same thing [that ain't nothing]

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Romeo + Master P)
Richie Rich be my nickname [that ain't nothing]
Ice cubes on my wristband [that ain't nothing]
Hit the mall the girls scream and holler [that ain't nothing]
Got a white dog named Dollar [that ain't nothing]
Platnium car with my name on it [that ain't nothing]
Got a car the paint change on it [that ain't nothing]
Got a butler got my own waiter [that ain't nothing]
Thirteen and got my own label [that ain't nothing]
Got a 2005 Lexus [that ain't nothing]
Even got my own house in Texas [that ain't nothing]

(Chorus)

(Verse 4: Curren$y + Master P)
Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz [that ain't nothing]
Then I bought four for my friends [that ain't nothing]
Hit the club on twenty inches [that ain't nothing]
I'm about to pay everybody admission [that-that-that-that ain't nothing]
Cops took my lil' partna to jail [that ain't nothing]
Hit him with a million dollar bail [that ain't nothing]
I'ma have him home in a day [that ain't nothing]
My money longer than the interstate [that ain't nothing]
I'm on stage got 'em goin' wild [that ain't nothing]
Throw a hundred Gs in the crowd [that ain't nothing]
I wrecked my Jag last Friday [that ain't nothing]
Got another one in my driveway [that ain't nothing]

(Chorus)

(Outro: Master P)
That-that-that-that ain't nothing
That ain't nothing
That-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-that ain't nothing
That ain't-that ain't nothing

[Repeat till fade]
That ain't nothing

Ghetto Model

length: 2:37

[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's you
So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you
I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you

[Hook - 2x]
Face like a model, body like a dancer
Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her

[Master P]
Drop top candy paint, sitting on spinners
Inureta in the front, in the back is Brenda
Rolita, Lolita
Sipping on tequila baby girl, nice to meet ya
Call me the Mill Man, I love to get paper
And if you single girl, I'd like to date ya
Shake them hips mami, let it dip mami
Rock it like a boat then, work it like a ship mami
Get a grip mami, you're the shit mami
Take you to Joe's, put some'ing on your wrist mami

[Hook - 4x]

[Theresa Esclovon]
I love, your whole thugged out side
That all, just drives me wild
Makes me, wanna be with you
Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you

[Master P]
Soldier boys where y'all at, soldier girls where y'all at
Girl on the flo', like she doing that Mexican dance
Then the girl, wanna freak me
Hit me on my two-way, say she got some things she wanna teach me
She rubbing on her lip man, touching on my hips man
In V.I.P., almost ripped off my worst band
Whoa, shorty had too many tequilas
But I ain't tripping, cause I'm really starting to feel her
Man this night, it can get like drill
I'm in a throwback jersey, that say P. Miller

[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's you
So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you
I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you
I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you

[Hook - 2x]

Com. 3

length: 1:51

Tell 'em

length: 4:21

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 [x2])

[Chorus]
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

[Master P]
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

[Chorus]

[Master P]
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

[Chorus]

[Master P]
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


Ride for You

length: 3:56

We Like Them Girlz

length: 2:09
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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

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

[Master P]
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 embarrassed

[Silkk]
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 there's more outside then in
*****z 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

[Master P]
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

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

[Curren$y]
Call me on a Sunday
You no a dawg could roll through
In a black 350z with no roof
Excuse me I don't no what they told you
But I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to
Curren$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 'cause I got heavy dough
Young dude ice so chunky
Game so smooth that's why they want me
Ooh too cool way to flossy
If that's your boo you better get her off me

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

20 on Cars 26 on Trucks

length: 4:32

Yeah..

[Hook - 2x]
We riding 20's on the cars, and 26's on the trucks
And everybody digging us, it ain't no limit to the bucks
We making noise in the game, to let 'em know we coming up
And haters moving out the way, they know they don't wan' play with us

[Curren$y]
Hot Spitter man, pockets holding fifty grand
Riding a big body Impala, me and my partna Stan
20 inch rims, keep 'em spinning like a ceiling fan
Haters goal tending, trying to get me out my figures man
But they can't get the man (no), can't hit the man
Even them NBA dudes, can't stick the man
Women crowd around me, paparazzi taking pictures man
Catch me on the lot, at 3-1-0 I'm fitting get a lamb
Curren$y got plenty money, to stack up
And plenty burners too, in case you dudes wanna act up
Play with me or my crew, and we'll be picking them gats up
And have you on your celly, calling homies for back up
And I don't think, you really want it to come to that
Stunting for that crowd whodi, you better shut your trap
But I ain't really coming, hunting for no drama
I just wan' hit the club, and leave with your baby mama

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' Romeo]
20's on the Bentley, 26's on the Lac truck
If the coppers stop me, I'm probably gon get hand cuffed
Cause I'm underage but, never under paid
I'm making maximum wage, it's Richie Rich I got it made
They call me Romeo, big game plenty do'
You can't hold me so let me go, I got talent and that's fa sho
Ask about the kid, and they'll tell you that dude can flow
And when I'm done with school, I'll be hooping up in the pros
Whoa No Limit boys we, be ramming our cars up
Tearing malls up, spinning thousands at Toys-R-Us
Nobody else who's in the game, go as hard as us
There's no one as large as us, you don't wanna start with us
I'ma grow up by kids, to grown women
Every week they watching my show, on television
They gotta love it they know, the boy's winning
The girlies keep grinning, my rims they keep spinning

[Hook - 2x]

[Master P]
I'ma tell you like this, keep your eye on your chick
Cause her eyes on my wrist, and these boys that I'm with
The girls like me, whodi I don't blame em
I'm in the Guinness Book of Records, for the richest entertainer
Call me the Ghetto Bill Gates, cause they system can't change us
Had money and cars, way before I was famous
I'm in the pros, but I can buy the team
I got two made-by's, one blue the other green
If it ain't riding spinners, then you know I can't roll
And if I had it over a month, then I let my cousin hold it
I'm the first one on Cribs, with a house with gold ceilings
Got a truck lowered Bentleys, cause that's how I'm living
In the winter pull the trucks out, the summer it's the drop top
Chinchilla on my clothes, got a million in the watch

[Liberty]
Hey move out the way, I'm ready to cause havoc
Me and my soldiers be balling, while most of y'all acting
I leave cats distracted, sticking like magnets
I'm the shorty from the Philippines, the main attraction
Holding up in fly whips, switching every other day
No Limit girls ball, like the WNBA right

[Hook - 2x]

We riding g'eah

Thug and Get Paper

length: 3:13
Ugh! Ha ha!
Ooh! Huh? P what's up boy?
What's up 40 boy?
Talk to me weepilation.
Dey don't know we been doin' dis.
Last Deezy Last Don.
Bay Area playa *****.
This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the
Yea Area all day everytime.
Like dis here.
Element of surprise.
Da Last Don
Charlie Hustle.
Check it out.

Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie A-K-A Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballin' and Bay stranglin' and hustlin'
Morning, night, day in Norleans
And dang near fallin' asleep on the freeway
Bobbin and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, Penelope force
Tryin' to convince em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin' along any how
We had been went our separate ways
****, we been had a divorce
In and out of court, betta' yet
Neva was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin fool
That other **** was cool

[Chorus]
Get your money man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your money
Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill
Get your revvies man, get paid
Get your mail man, get your marbles
Get your marbles man, get your mail
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your snaps man, get paid

Ugh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gs
Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans
Game won't change, these *****s can't fade me
Mama still pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
*****s on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon heads
And all I want be is a soldier
Cause I'm tired of runnin' from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hold us
Ghetto millionaires and still blowin' doja
Keep my composure when times hectic
Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas
And still run wit the thug *****s
And made tapes for *****es and drug dealas
And push 600 wit a bulletproof
The ghetto Bill Gates
The only president wit a gold tooth

[Chorus]

Uh, n-neva let your guards down
Always play defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness
And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses
Sequence this
Paint a portrait of these next events
See if you can predict what I was about to say
Within the next couple of sentences
Technically impossible
To hard to call
See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a knuckle ball
Back against the wall, knockin' *****s out (knockin' *****s out)
Hemmed up in da corner ***** that's what I'm about

Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped
***** tired of hangin' in the ghetto takin' food stamps
Cause this street life got me crazy
But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby
And only God can take me
And ain't no ***** in this hood gone play me
So when I ball I'm a ball til I fizall
And when I'm gone put my name on the wizall

[Chorus]

Com. 4

length: 1:52

Represent

length: 5:09
[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 ***** crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this ***** crunked and we gon tear the club up

say - I don't give **** *****, he don't give a **** *****
She don't give a ****, we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a **** *****, they don't give a **** *****
We don't give a **** 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 *****s wanna see him hurt
So **** 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 ***** 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 **** 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 ****ing with my lout


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

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

[Master P]
So duck down, *****, y'all ready be ready
Me and Silkk come to this *****, 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 ***** 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 **** with my tattoos
I got a good heart, some bad friends, that's why we grap ten
But a ***** ain't scared to die, do life in the pen
Real *****s don't change when they hit the ****ing block

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

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

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

[Silkk]
Say you, whody, naw ***** 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, *****, 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 ***** ***** kill me
For real, P - Fo real we
Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep
Got a couple *****s go, but we still deep
Now I got a movie for y'all *****s, 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: *****, 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
**** rappers that wanna **** 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 "**** 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 **** (oh ooh)
We don't give a **** (oh ooh)
They don't give a **** and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a **** (oh ooh)
We don't give a **** (oh ooh)
They don't give a **** and we gon tear the club up

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



If

length: 2:57
[Master P (Souya)]
Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard
Go out there and get this paper
You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it)
Then let's ride then (alright)

[Chorus: Master P (Souya)]
If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you)
If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you)
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin')
If I need bail (I'm a bring the money)

[Master P]
I ain't checkin' you shorty
But it's somethin' I need to know
How serious this relationship is
And how far can it go

See, love and respect is somethin' you gotta earn
And if we don't keep up with each other, then somebody else get a turn
Would you ask me why if I told you to carry a gun
And do you know how to spur me if I just wanted to have some fun

Can a thug get a massage if I needed your hands
And would you jump in the ride if I told you to bring me them thangs
If a ***** tried to get at me would you ride for me
And if you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me

I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things
Like Benzs, Jaguars, ?? bubble-eyed Range
No obligation, I'm just tryin' to keep it real
Would you argue, fuss and fight when I need you to chill

Can you be cute and still be freakin'
When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin'
If I go to jail you can ?? my people
I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
I been through a lot of girls in my life
But never found one who down to ride like you ride
If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side
Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide

'Cause you a real chick
One that I can chill with and bill with
Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with
Even through the trouble you don't want a ***** still with

When it's said and done gon' be the one I have my kids with
Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world
Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl
You understand my life and know that it's hard for me

And you the kind of girl I know my mama would want for me
And if the coppers stop us I know you'll take the charge for me
Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me
We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and ****
And I'm out here grindin' to make sure we can afford the ****

[Chorus: x 2]