And I'm gonna win all the money, gonna win all the money, see ya Alright, contestant number 2 Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase I'm from Australia
melt, he won't cop from non-other The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven Or easy bake, pink D.V's make The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P
[del] aiyyo whattup el-p? [el] yo whattup del-phonic? [del] nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man Tryin to listen to my walkman This motherfucker
R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They
a mobile phone its tha Poterola Im a money folder got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder grippin on tha grain cause so much pain to that P-a-
yo *bitch* is sure to follow and free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow [Wise Intelligent (of Poor Righteous Teachers)] It's P
Eminem] Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a
Yo I'm from L I fella, vision had you tune into my figgida Figgida microphone and mobile Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming Drop for like
promenent Ressortent sur des brancards On agit sans mobile Ca vous parait bizarre C'est p't-et' qu'on est debiles C'est p't-et' par desespoire Du moins
We ride motor bikes with the spinning rims, Four wheelers with dem chromed out rims. My lil' brother, V dawg call him home alone, And these girls always call me on my mobile
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
story goes everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's but ill never help your ass in this game nigga... Who's Da Killer? [Master P] Rat-
hairs, double park the shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy clarks, these are the vices of the p
that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops, I lie
don't give a damn, give a damn, give a damn and before i can pop that shit i got 10 chicks up on my back so take'em up in the V-I-P getting mashed and
means so much more 'Cause it's so true No hype man, no crew No reason for ghost writers Every year I get tighter Mothers and daughters agree I'm on fire Check ya T-Mobile
Come on, yeah Yo I'm from l I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida (? ) Microphone is mobile Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming Drop