Tulkojums: Master P. Killa Pussy.
that yo, pussy be like, yankin niggas know what I'm saying? You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- 2x She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy
'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet These niggas got some pussy
O, Di-di-Dirty Bastard Gizza gizza, ga gizza gizz ga, Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah The GZA, The Genius Mizza mizza mizza, M E T H O D Man Straight up, Masta Killa
magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill
' dimes or rhymes Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars 'Til I'm behind bars or in the graveyard Blast a foe for capital, the master flow Is masterful
...so crazy What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya. Baby, i'm home! Hey, baby! What's that smell? Smell like..like my baby's pussy. What the
killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight A nigga gonna die tonight Somebody gone die tonight Get all my niggaz,time to ride tonight Disrespect a killa
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my thug niggaz (chorus x6) This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh) verse 2 (Master 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
dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now
Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise Mic, turntables, style psychosis pain and penis Deranged cadence kills
so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like D.E.E.P. You wanna go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
ways to make you talk Make you limp, when you walk Outline cats in white chalk Got fagotts askin' "who's she? " Benz wit' it, class be e, master p
cake-a-ho Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor You step up, I'll let you know It's MOB, BME P to the I to the M P No, I'm Southside Sorry
go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car [Verse 3: Pimp C] Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG body body like Master P Showing out
m the baddass cock it back and let you have it 14 carats that I'm packin' when I'm blastin' at you bastards I'm yo master bitch I'm Diamond quit yo whinnin
drank he roll the Sweets T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can
