bring roses These hoes a trip Chorus [Master P] Ha ha, yeah What these hoes don't realize They don't realize that uh, if we was to give a bitch something
bitch who you fucking with Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic With the giggety giggety nine Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine Break you off something
My hustle never stop, uh Block to Block, Like a nigga sittin' on three keys Till a rock to rock C'mon (Chorus-4x) [ Master P ] Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master P
only pull females when you tell'em you're a lesbian Wanna sign autographs, but all your fans are rappers The evolution will not be televised, as your #1 fan becomes your master
all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break
with they problems, but fuck em! Fuck it all, I ain't yo fucking psychiatrist, you don't need me Think 'bout your own problems and maybe you can solve em
comin down Fools gettin killed if they from outta town 6 15s in the candy painted cadillac Bumpin "break em off" (don't make me break you off somethin
r We are, the star Without the use of a car we go far I build and destroy! [kenny] yeah kris, serve em man, serve em! [will] yo why're they so jealous
me do you somethin <baby sham> Baby sham on some new shit New and exclusive 5'3", caramel, tight grip on a four fifth Leave em all stiff,
left on the feet, stuck like a stamp (stamp) Still tippin of fo' fos, I'm crawlin slow, I thought you knew (knew) Breakin bread and break 'em off with
for a D.E.O.) I'm not a criminal! [Chamillionaire} Call up Universal, tell 'em open up the vault And tell 'em that I just had another million dollar
shark Shark bits, bits, goes right for the heart Switch em up, sit or move, let em know why you lose Cop some tools, we'll break em off He's the slayer
Of a lesser, God, I Master like Farad The sign of in between the El Rook'n, and El DeBarge Metaphorically massage, verbal Hajj I take over breaks and
the Flat Bush junction Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin Baby Sham on some new shit New and exclusive 5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth Leave em
the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break
of lye [rock] Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em [supreme] Cause we runnin em
