Simply dre': He's just a playa with some game Talkin' 'bout master p Master p: A real playa gone, put to rest Kv ain't too cool to wear a vest Playa
Vertaling: Master P. Playa Wit Game.
Simply Dre': He's just a playa with some game Talkin' 'bout Master P Master P: A real playa gone, put to rest KV ain't too cool to wear a vest Playa
game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle? Your life ain't right 'cause you so damn lame Wanna play with they life but won't play with
me S I C K , I love to kill fo play 'Cuz like cube it was a good day An' I'm a be like strictly on my Q's P's an' Q's I'm puttin' quarter holes in fools
cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
' real and still be hittin' it I'm a old school playa, I just pay for her dinner Maybe buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror This the playa
don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some money on it"} [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, yaowa! Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough Let's play a game of Trouble
[Intro: Master P (Romeo)] Cookie Monster in hurr ya heard Uh uhh we got the streets on lock (Ay Diesel, we got em on this one man) We be big I got em
motherfucker [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P]
, yes we checkin' wit' the Colonel Master P He be the Ghetto Dad Paper chasaz what they labled us, Heaven knows If that ass tried to play wit us, gotta
' seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform They swarm the stage, the minute we hit it And as soon as P said, "Uhh", the bitches got wit' it
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips Get your snaps man, get paid Mater P: Ughhh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gs Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans Game
[Talking] Uh-huh-uh Tell the band they better play my song We got the youngest president in the building Gutta Music Tell the band they better play my
go to war I'll take ya to war I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car [Verse 3: Pimp C] Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG body body like Master P Showing out
blastin' at you bastards 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
give it to ya, baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby Yo, master of ceremony, controlled territory It's Tay
tha last stop The next Humphrey Bogart mastering art Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take'em apart Don't start whut ya can't finish When ya bubble wit
