Holla bloody merry look into the eyes of the demon when u see a thug like that keep screaming i smoke green with the reapor i'm from the ghetto got paid
Traducere: Master P. Ţipa.
Traducere: Master P. Scream (feat. Silkk Shocker).
Traducere: Coloane sonore (şi alte piese) coloana sonora. Ţipăt [Master P].
this moment All right now, right here My whole life, right here We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez The party people scream
The time was right, the time to rock 'cause everybody knows, we're the new kids on the block. We're also devistating when we're on stage The fans start screaming
the time to listen I'll tell you what my n-ggas do Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of billy coupes? But i'm just tryna be a good n-gga, master and
, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger
throw them bows Home alone said you better lock them doors (Lil' Romeo) Now big bird was posted up at seasme street Uptown whodi screaming c-p-3 (Master P
fake mac, you can't count that Hop all off then I bounce back Got 'em looking a wolf pack outback I'm from where them Goat, Goat, shout that Ask Master P
Bumpin outta ya stereo Loud enough to crack your tinted windows And I suppose that ya still don't know How I exceed to levels that ain't never been seen before Master
a cruise ship Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherf-cker Yeah, I eat that p-ssy like the last supper Yeah, I beat that p-ssy like brass knuckles Heh, she call me daddy and she scream
motherfucker [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P]
Master P Golds in They Mouth Lyrics [Chorus 2X: Master P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
"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
beggin for favors And we them type of niggas with a whole lot of paper Rolex fuckin shining, diamonds that be blinding Halloway's the type of nigga Master P
's got your soul and that's all that he needs Drop to your knees, humble you pray But can't put off your judgment day He's the master, master of no mercy
I'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
