me, master p, pervin on that muthafuckin swisha sweet) Mr serv-on gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet) Somebody done (that muthafuckin green chronic) (nigga that's how we smoke
know me, Master P, pervin on that muthafuckin swisher sweet) Mr Serv-On gonna hit this sweet (swisha sweet) Somebody done (that muthafuckin green chronic) (nigga that's how we smoke
Übersetzung: Master P. Smokin 'Green.
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P
you get got The Green-Eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock You wish you could hang, like I hang Dwells in the C-P-T, the hood thing G,
haze with a master collection What [HOOK] [Method Man] Okay Who ya know smoke more Earth then Tical Hit up a weed spot then off to the D block to smoke
Killed the stress Rottin away in the Midwest I guess They was right When they said that was such a psycho sight Sick inside a slight Deliver that makes me want to go Master P
: {Master P} Yo Snoop nigga. {Snoop Dogg} What's happenin? {Master P} I think I just seen the dog catcher around. {Snoop Dogg} Nigga what? {Master P}
: [Master P] At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership
, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A and P
the cess Killed the stress Rottin away in the Midwest I guess They was right When they said that was such a psycho sight Sick inside a slight Deliver that makes me want to go Master P
west side, red blue together Makin green nigga, makin green Chorus Nigga it's all right ta be a G, Westside Connection Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
"No Limit Studios" "Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" "Nigga, who the fuck is this?" "This P, nigga, what's happenin?" "This ain't no mutha fuckkin' 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
green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga White tees on the block, 23's on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga [Master P
of the baddest niggas on one track How many of yall see some of that None Well in this rap game it don't matter We run that! Master P, Silkk, Mystikal
we black on, green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone, tornados flows, blow away my foes, hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk
me? [chorus]4x Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home We live that thug life, I mean that drug life Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm [Master P