歌曲 | Dead Presidents |
歌手 | Master P |
专辑 | 99 Ways to Die |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Hahahahaha | |
That ************* master p back in the house for the 9-5 shot | |
Well take a step into this madness that we call the **** game | |
Richmond, california where us youngstas slang that ******* | |
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up | |
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro | |
Roll through the town talking *************t, get your wig split | |
Especially when ******g with another *************s divendends | |
I mean them george wa*************ngton, them lincoln, hamilton, jefferson, | |
Grant, ben franklins | |
Find your ass in the trunk with your mother************* corpse stankin, haha | |
The ghetto's trying to kill me | |
And if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me | |
Come take a ride in my 6-4 | |
I'm not dr. dre but richmond, california's death row | |
You got *************s packin heat | |
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet | |
And the game get thicker | |
When you think its all good | |
Down bows another ************* | |
To the grave 6 feet deep | |
I've never seen a man cry but i'm not scarface g | |
But i've seen alot of *************s die | |
Richmond, california the town of the homicide | |
Got me caught up in a shuffle | |
Sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle | |
I'm too deep to quit | |
Cause the game giva a young ************* like me profits | |
Dead presidents | |
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents | |
Dead presidents | |
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents | |
Blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted | |
Khakis wear up creased mother****** *************rt half way open | |
And on my stomach spells t-r-u | |
That's my click mother*******, in other words that's my crew | |
That jumped out this game of crack | |
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map | |
And we aint takin no shorts | |
Independent worlwide and us *************s hella roll | |
Gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank | |
Distribute it to the world like some mother******g dank | |
But there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin | |
Mother ******* runnin up talking bout you all that ************* | |
You can't rap *************, insane fool on crack | |
I get more ******* than you, fools ******* 22 | |
I ******* a-k's make *************s run for they duece | |
And them blue signs is thicker | |
Cause when you think it's all over, i be the bounty picker | |
Wiping *************s up like soap, *************s can never go | |
When you fools was fadin, i was sendin *************s to death row | |
Committin homicides and drive-bys | |
Livin with ????? | |
But still slanging that ****** pie | |
And got more ******* than you | |
So what the ************* you runnin on my set | |
Talking that hoe *************t fool | |
And no limit only means the beginning | |
Cause when the other *************s is fading | |
We just beginning | |
Got more juice than ojay | |
Got more four than fourplay | |
Got more game than m.j. | |
And like cube say today will be a good day | |
25 g's for a key | |
Hook it up and meet king george, 23rd street | |
Straight up a-1 sola, no yola, hella folda | |
Ain't no mother****** soda, cook it up like grenola | |
And we bout to chop the top off | |
This mother****** fire bird, ??????? | |
Oh, and them hoes is the side show | |
And bustas gettin beat down | |
*************s ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned | |
And we sicker than sickery | |
Tricker than trickery | |
Catch you slippin ************* than you history | |
Cuase i got a bunch of *************s that shoot it up for with me | |
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for p | |
And the game get deep | |
How can you stop when these *************s out to get your green | |
You gotta watch your ass | |
And if you rollin on them thangs *************, you better watch real fast | |
And watch close to your enemy | |
Cause it might be the same ************* sittin right next to you g | |
And the game gets sad | |
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass | |
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast | |
But don't tell a ************* where your stash | |
You know what i'm saying if ya'll in the game | |
To all my *************s out their in the game | |
Ya'll know how it go, watch your mother******g ass | |
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can | |
(chorus plays as p talks) | |
Yea, i got to say whats up to all my *************s out their in the rich | |
Know what i'm sayin | |
All my *************s out there in oakland, frisco | |
And all them hustlas thats rollin with me | |
The tru click, king george, c-murder, calli-g, silkk, big ed | |
And ya'll know the ice cream man is outtie 5,000 | |
Got to say what up to k-lou for whippin this ol' **** ass *************t |
Hahahahaha | |
That master p back in the house for the 95 shot | |
Well take a step into this madness that we call the game | |
Richmond, california where us youngstas slang that | |
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up | |
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro | |
Roll through the town talking t, get your wig split | |
Especially when g with another s divendends | |
I mean them george wa ngton, them lincoln, hamilton, jefferson, | |
Grant, ben franklins | |
Find your ass in the trunk with your mother corpse stankin, haha | |
The ghetto' s trying to kill me | |
And if you live to see 95 most of ya' ll fools can feel me | |
Come take a ride in my 64 | |
I' m not dr. dre but richmond, california' s death row | |
You got s packin heat | |
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet | |
And the game get thicker | |
When you think its all good | |
Down bows another | |
To the grave 6 feet deep | |
I' ve never seen a man cry but i' m not scarface g | |
But i' ve seen alot of s die | |
Richmond, california the town of the homicide | |
Got me caught up in a shuffle | |
Sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle | |
I' m too deep to quit | |
Cause the game giva a young like me profits | |
Dead presidents | |
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents | |
Dead presidents | |
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents | |
Blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted | |
Khakis wear up creased mother rt half way open | |
And on my stomach spells tru | |
That' s my click mother, in other words that' s my crew | |
That jumped out this game of crack | |
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map | |
And we aint takin no shorts | |
Independent worlwide and us s hella roll | |
Gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank | |
Distribute it to the world like some mother g dank | |
But there' s always some sucka ass busta playa hatin | |
Mother runnin up talking bout you all that | |
You can' t rap , insane fool on crack | |
I get more than you, fools 22 | |
I ak' s make s run for they duece | |
And them blue signs is thicker | |
Cause when you think it' s all over, i be the bounty picker | |
Wiping s up like soap, s can never go | |
When you fools was fadin, i was sendin s to death row | |
Committin homicides and drivebys | |
Livin with ????? | |
But still slanging that pie | |
And got more than you | |
So what the you runnin on my set | |
Talking that hoe t fool | |
And no limit only means the beginning | |
Cause when the other s is fading | |
We just beginning | |
Got more juice than ojay | |
Got more four than fourplay | |
Got more game than m. j. | |
And like cube say today will be a good day | |
25 g' s for a key | |
Hook it up and meet king george, 23rd street | |
Straight up a1 sola, no yola, hella folda | |
Ain' t no mother soda, cook it up like grenola | |
And we bout to chop the top off | |
This mother fire bird, ??????? | |
Oh, and them hoes is the side show | |
And bustas gettin beat down | |
s ain' t from the town, hoes gettin clowned | |
And we sicker than sickery | |
Tricker than trickery | |
Catch you slippin than you history | |
Cuase i got a bunch of s that shoot it up for with me | |
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for p | |
And the game get deep | |
How can you stop when these s out to get your green | |
You gotta watch your ass | |
And if you rollin on them thangs , you better watch real fast | |
And watch close to your enemy | |
Cause it might be the same sittin right next to you g | |
And the game gets sad | |
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass | |
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast | |
But don' t tell a where your stash | |
You know what i' m saying if ya' ll in the game | |
To all my s out their in the game | |
Ya' ll know how it go, watch your mother g ass | |
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can | |
chorus plays as p talks | |
Yea, i got to say whats up to all my s out their in the rich | |
Know what i' m sayin | |
All my s out there in oakland, frisco | |
And all them hustlas thats rollin with me | |
The tru click, king george, cmurder, callig, silkk, big ed | |
And ya' ll know the ice cream man is outtie 5, 000 | |
Got to say what up to klou for whippin this ol' ass t |
Hahahahaha | |
That master p back in the house for the 95 shot | |
Well take a step into this madness that we call the game | |
Richmond, california where us youngstas slang that | |
And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up | |
To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro | |
Roll through the town talking t, get your wig split | |
Especially when g with another s divendends | |
I mean them george wa ngton, them lincoln, hamilton, jefferson, | |
Grant, ben franklins | |
Find your ass in the trunk with your mother corpse stankin, haha | |
The ghetto' s trying to kill me | |
And if you live to see 95 most of ya' ll fools can feel me | |
Come take a ride in my 64 | |
I' m not dr. dre but richmond, california' s death row | |
You got s packin heat | |
And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet | |
And the game get thicker | |
When you think its all good | |
Down bows another | |
To the grave 6 feet deep | |
I' ve never seen a man cry but i' m not scarface g | |
But i' ve seen alot of s die | |
Richmond, california the town of the homicide | |
Got me caught up in a shuffle | |
Sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle | |
I' m too deep to quit | |
Cause the game giva a young like me profits | |
Dead presidents | |
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents | |
Dead presidents | |
Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents | |
Blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted | |
Khakis wear up creased mother rt half way open | |
And on my stomach spells tru | |
That' s my click mother, in other words that' s my crew | |
That jumped out this game of crack | |
To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map | |
And we aint takin no shorts | |
Independent worlwide and us s hella roll | |
Gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank | |
Distribute it to the world like some mother g dank | |
But there' s always some sucka ass busta playa hatin | |
Mother runnin up talking bout you all that | |
You can' t rap , insane fool on crack | |
I get more than you, fools 22 | |
I ak' s make s run for they duece | |
And them blue signs is thicker | |
Cause when you think it' s all over, i be the bounty picker | |
Wiping s up like soap, s can never go | |
When you fools was fadin, i was sendin s to death row | |
Committin homicides and drivebys | |
Livin with ????? | |
But still slanging that pie | |
And got more than you | |
So what the you runnin on my set | |
Talking that hoe t fool | |
And no limit only means the beginning | |
Cause when the other s is fading | |
We just beginning | |
Got more juice than ojay | |
Got more four than fourplay | |
Got more game than m. j. | |
And like cube say today will be a good day | |
25 g' s for a key | |
Hook it up and meet king george, 23rd street | |
Straight up a1 sola, no yola, hella folda | |
Ain' t no mother soda, cook it up like grenola | |
And we bout to chop the top off | |
This mother fire bird, ??????? | |
Oh, and them hoes is the side show | |
And bustas gettin beat down | |
s ain' t from the town, hoes gettin clowned | |
And we sicker than sickery | |
Tricker than trickery | |
Catch you slippin than you history | |
Cuase i got a bunch of s that shoot it up for with me | |
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for p | |
And the game get deep | |
How can you stop when these s out to get your green | |
You gotta watch your ass | |
And if you rollin on them thangs , you better watch real fast | |
And watch close to your enemy | |
Cause it might be the same sittin right next to you g | |
And the game gets sad | |
6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass | |
Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast | |
But don' t tell a where your stash | |
You know what i' m saying if ya' ll in the game | |
To all my s out their in the game | |
Ya' ll know how it go, watch your mother g ass | |
Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can | |
chorus plays as p talks | |
Yea, i got to say whats up to all my s out their in the rich | |
Know what i' m sayin | |
All my s out there in oakland, frisco | |
And all them hustlas thats rollin with me | |
The tru click, king george, cmurder, callig, silkk, big ed | |
And ya' ll know the ice cream man is outtie 5, 000 | |
Got to say what up to klou for whippin this ol' ass t |