Postage wody And I can't do nothing for the 2 G'z but make every ghetto bounce Turn it up, what what what Bounce!!! [Chorus] Wooday, I don't give a
Fordítás: Master P. Nem adom Ah mit.
Give me yo pocket book so I can break it in I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America An' if your a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya beeitch
on me Hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis.. Man i don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man! That's what's wrong with you niggaz
me Hollerin' about word on the street is dis nigga said this Man I don?t give a fuck about what that nigga said man! That?s what?s wrong with you niggaz
niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really
the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really
, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay I don't know what you feel I don't know what you think I don't know what
Me giving up struggle with the man that stares And I am the I am that label I grind, understand They pose my damn mo master plan Mo thugs my mighty clan I
heart of P Long Man oh man lick shots if I have to Submit to me as your lord and master It's the Mighty Ha, I'm a street Bronx, I Deliver the real like
With the R E S P E C E T No kid, don't you play with me R E S P E C E T 'Cause I'm rollin' with the RSC I'm with the Arsonists to the Zulu Nation To
I'm yo master bitch I'm Diamond quit yo whinnin' let's be I intertwine wit the finest and I'm buckin' wit that steel Don't make me hit I'll come get you
method man] Dumbheads, what? cherryheads.. what? Appleheads, what what what? (meth-tical, you know how we do dunn, yeah Hit it off you know what I mean, like this y'all) P
ghetto raised me, I can't sleep Once citizen as a baby, now look at what y'all made me. So don't judge me Verse 1 (silkk the shocker) Don't judge me
taught them I'm not a Christian, but I won't diss 'em I'm not a Jew, I don't practice Judaism I'm not a Buddhist, but Buddha's a master I don't eat
't stop my pay stop all the hatin I can't take it no more Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for Verse 1: Master P Pop the
Method Man] Dumbheads, what? Cherryheads.. what? Appleheads, what what what? (Meth-Tical, you know how we do Dunn, yeah Hit it off you know what I mean, like this y'all) P
