{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice] What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn'
Prevod: Master P. Don Je Nazaj.
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people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy
me Now I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna
that, we do this, we do that Talkin' that shit'll get yo' wig blew back You knew that, we do that, like it's 'sposed to be done Back up off me, you gettin
Kick the old school joint For the true funk soldiers Musicology Wish I had a Dollar For everytime you say Don't you miss the feeling Music gave you, back
Nas " Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered
Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it back that old New York rap Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is
make any strides Murder all around the whole world is nausiating Everybody hating everybody over rated Why everybody actin' agitated? I thought we graduated back
gettin' angry Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous Please don't shoot It's just me, Thug Queen, the horse-stealer Then, why the hell is you
on the tweed But I got more then trees Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley Don't panic, relax, what's happening? Now is it
-ups on the tweed But I got more than trees, wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley Don't panic, relax, what's happenin'? Now is
' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper You
niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump Thorough
real, your girl was hoping that your son's mine I know I don't like a bunch of down south rappers (hell no) Cause I don't need to like a bunch of east
sweet It's like doo rock doo rock oop I chew with my group chicken and we couped in a hoop Deee! Somebody's breath is smelling poo Geee! Tone is that you? (I don
