MASTER P lyrics : "Weed & Monkey"
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got (*##$es and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a mother$#&@in' TRU g,
if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', ^!$$% you feel me?
-Ya'll Captain Kirk $$# ^!$$%z ain't gonna survive
in this 97 space age hustle
(so what you sayin'?)
[Chorus]
Ya'll live for (*##$es and blunts
We live for weed and money
[x8]
[verse 1: Master P]
I stack greens like cheese
Smoke weed with g's
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry (*##$es can't break me
God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some ^!$$%z don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
Caviar and (*##$es, 6-4 and switches
Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes
Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls
I live with killers, dealers and TRU ^!$$%z
No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
[P and Silkk]
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm rollin' up
Got your (*##$ fiening bro, P meaning what
[chorus x8]
[verse 2: Master P]
I scream with riches, tag teaming with (*##$es
96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT
TRU ^!$$%z don't fall off this only the beginning
[P and Silkk]
Coming up for what, making hella bucks
^!$$%z getting bumped or what, counting cash up
Got this game sewed up, ^!$$%z straight up no cut
But ya'll couldn't $#&@ with us, ya'll couldn't $#&@ with us
[Master P]
Swingin' like Titanic, ^!$$%z see us and panic
After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
Ya'll couldn't $#&@ with killers, they call us dealers
^!$$%z livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas
[P and Silkk]
Army fatigues, ^!$$%z straight like g's
Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease
Slangin' $#&@in' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys
From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
Keep them (*##$es down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
[chorus x8]
[Silkk]
Ya'll live for (*##$es and blunts
I live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black Frank Nitty see,
Oz's to make g's
the mayor gave me and P keys to the city
Livin' an American dream
5 karats on my pinky ring
Ladies wanna make love to me
^!$$%z wanna look at me all mean
But it's aaight cause you still wonder
I don't want your old lady
But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money
See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs
Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
600 we gonna be smashin' man
But since I can't spend no (*##$es
So I need some cash and thangs
[Chorus]
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