No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate) No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop
Übersetzung: Master P. Back on Top.
(Chorus) No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) No limit is back on top ya'll haters can
wack cover act to get signed Stacked on the record rack for a limited time Why'd they push the price back to $9.99 When the cd's supposed to be top
Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on
m even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah) This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on
better back up... [Eminem] You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off [Proof] You better back off before he jack off (laughing) You better back
back and return to a time where the dream began. its all too soon thats all will be is a dream in someones mind. Look at me I'm famous on top of the
on to your funds, while this Alkie mic control it Takin over, CaTASHtrophe he rollin like a boulder Like Master P told ya, you a soldier; I'm posted like a vulture on
: (feat. Master P) [intro: Master P (4-Tay)] Whatsup Franky J (You know how we do it Bad Boy) You think they ready for this Master P and 4-Tay hookup
The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on {Master P} Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat
Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies {2X} Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate
life Pressure, fuck price Yikes! Know what I like Keep it hype! Betcha I right Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice Vise grips on mics Turnin'
Side For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on) And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on) For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '
pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P
back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna hear something wick-wack? I got the same exact tat That's on Nick's back
