Fordítás: Master P. Fekete-fehér.
the black stores And only God can judge or point the finger and what's White or black and red and blue equals gang banging I'm just a black man trapped in this white
Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy) I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh) And
?t ya Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don?t ya See my a** and my lips, don?t ya Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya This
mirror don't know if he's black or white And that makes me mad (Backwards scratching) Who's bad? [Ynot] Now can I bust in this era, I'm a plus like addition And
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi And they all racist so they giving boys 25 Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes And
beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog comin' up, I'm staying low Pro-black and it ain
to DE With three P's, so when I get out, he can see me For real,'cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats The snake will be that bitch and that
if he's black or white And that makes me mad (Backwards scratching) Who's bad? [Ynot] Now can I bust in this era, I'm a plus like addition And listen
Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor
wanna show you Come and run with me I really wanna show you I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn
looking a wolf pack outback I'm from where them Goat, Goat, shout that Ask Master P, I'm bout that Everybody know I'm holding In the party, pocket swollen Rock and
the camel top, everybody and they drunk as hell, (cause we always went there) ?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us songs were long and polution strong, and
what you askin' me? You get no tax from me I got whites, natives, and Mexicans, and blacks with me I'm tryin' get up there with Master P, pass the D '
do this And y'all turn the whack off The radio stereo here we go, flow and blow Puerto Rico, South side, Latin, you're feed pattern Black people mingle
O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra ammo Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military Killarmy A-rabs, out for your commisary So nigga Run it and
Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs And that Latino and Asian
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
