1-900 Master P

Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys Niggas blowin', bitches out hoeinWeaves so tight ain't nobody else knowinIs it real, if it's not just chill Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird Show my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb 5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail 100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope Watch a young nigga flip this Straight independant, ain't nobody lendinUnderground King Pin, title dependant Master P or should I say Al Capone No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on Ain't no love, I thought I told ya Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull