Übersetzung: Master P. Killa Pussy.
that yo, pussy be like, yankin niggas know what I'm saying? You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- 2x She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy
The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and
: Greetings, earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
pealer Performing skull circumsitions, when I position the prism Permiscuis wit other people's pussy ?pawn? wit the playa like Big Pun Poisonous poet, I Master "p
from Enigma The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted much ass I kick, groove to the master
at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we Master the P I beez Bout It Bout It, causin
'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet These niggas got some pussy
O, Di-di-Dirty Bastard Gizza gizza, ga gizza gizz ga, Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah The GZA, The Genius Mizza mizza mizza, M E T H O D Man Straight up, Masta Killa
magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill
' dimes or rhymes Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars 'Til I'm behind bars or in the graveyard Blast a foe for capital, the master flow Is masterful
...so crazy What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya. Baby, i'm home! Hey, baby! What's that smell? Smell like..like my baby's pussy. What the
killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight A nigga gonna die tonight Somebody gone die tonight Get all my niggaz,time to ride tonight Disrespect a killa
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my thug niggaz (chorus x6) This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh) verse 2 (Master P
the top nigga the stats is wrong. All ya data is off, ya info ain't valid Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced True like master p and
dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now
Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise Mic, turntables, style psychosis pain and penis Deranged cadence kills
so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like D.E.E.P. You wanna go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
