(tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (where the bitches at? where the niggaz at? ) Stop playin wit me
Oversettelse: Master P. Stopp Spille Wit Me.
flats (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Stop playin wit me
crooks, ya best look Over your shoulder if you's a high roller Knuckle head fool wit that master plan Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand
holla Aint Three 6 but Im poppin my collar On da block thats me homeboy Its a C wit ya girl like me homeboy (ay) Check ya chick, dats not a diss Call me
., you ain't my man from Cold Crush Kay Gee Don't try to play me You never made a record with Mo Bee and Master P I saw you on the Greyhound bus station
crooked cops that searchin' Sees me and my homies(uuuggghhh) And there's No Limit till we free (ya heard?) Cause you haters can't stop me Master P (talking
play on the muthafuckin' phone?" "Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker phone an' pick the phone up This P nigga, stop fuckin' playin'' "Nigga, if this fuckin' P
yo master bitch I'm Diamond quit yo whinnin' let's be I intertwine wit the finest and I'm buckin' wit that steel Don't make me hit I'll come get you if
re clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib Unless she told me a fib Then I'm gonna
tha last stop The next Humphrey Bogart mastering art Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take'em apart Don't start whut ya can't finish When ya bubble wit
you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta [chorus] [Master P] I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle Call me
roll wit you *I'm always lovin' you {Master P} [Verse 1] Check it out You and ya girls come follow me I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P
me face down on tha muthafuckin' flo' and take me to jail, But I'm out tha next day, 'cause niggas wit lawyers and money, don't play P-a tryin' to tie
smell a championship like shaq my nigga you bitches tried to stop me you hoes you can harm me the new no limit is every street nigga army Master P: My pops told me
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me. I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch Here go the money. you got
Yo I Love It When These Niggas Think Of Something Sweet With P Love It When People Doubt Me Love It When You Niggas Write Songs Bout Me I Love Confrontation
I want is more cream than master p Big d-u-b, man it's never easy Being a c-z-a-r Feel me, play-er? A million ways to eat - do you know what they are
