you done pass it to me, or pass it to p And let a real nigga hit em with some ghetto d [chorus 1] [chorus 4] [master p] I'ma hog on these streets so
Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
, master P go get the four door Represent, ugh, ha, ha, that's how we gon' bubble No limit style, Mystikal, nigga E-feezy, B-Legit and master p, the
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut. (Chorus Eightball an Master P
Bou-bou-bou-bou (bounce dat ass) Bou-bou-bou-bou (bounce dat ass) Bou-bou-bou-bou (bitch bounce dat ass) Bou-bou-bou-bou (bounce dat ass) (chorus) When
come up and raise them little ones -well, let's find a way out this shit -well, let's do dat there [master p] Niggaz dat want to space age hustle Catch
bout it bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold Bout it bout it (bout it bout it) Them niggas bout it bout it (bout it bout it) My little brother
(Master P) Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code) Oh, we got beef? (Hoody Hoo) I represent the dirty south For all my thugs and thugettes out
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me. I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch Here go the money. you got
'all niggaz high) Smoke somethin (silkk in this bitch, c-murder) For all them niggaz in the projects that's tryin to come up (and you know me, master p
the V.I.P. And all of the rumours will be bout me If they talking bout me and my D-I-C Then tell 'em I'm the King like T.I.P. When you worth as many millions
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
fuckin' bout' it, bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, bout it (Bout it, bout it) Them niggas bout' it, bout it (Bout' it, bout
' speaker phone an' pick the phone up This P nigga, stop fuckin' playin'' "Nigga, if this fuckin' P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga, fuck" "Nigga, I ain't bout
motherfucker Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do dat there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care (Master P) From
(Master P)My nigga Big Boss gonna hit this sweet Kane and Abel (what's up) gonna hit the muthafuckin sweet (what's up Mo B?)Skull Dugrey (KL) gonna pass
goochies and no limit bag (huh) (chorus) 2x (master p) Big bodys on chrome Tattoos on my arm My boonapliss at the tele My bobuski at home Ima bout
Master P (Cube) I'm ready (Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?) I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube. (So where we headed?) The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout