good.. just lean on me "Just-just-just-just" "for your own good" "special mix" "You may not understand what this mean to me But for your own good
of trees 1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna I understand, fuck it dog, die
shine right Me and my dawgs we be ballin all night Why? the ice that we rock is all nice Why? them girls that we know is all tight [Verse 1] Let's go
a dirty south track from the N.Y. though I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really want it Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy Then
yo' paper get low Just like master p said, "there dey go, there day go" Bitch niggaz... uh-huh... {dr. dre cuts and scratches "attention all
Oh, they?ll be around, but when yo? paper get low Just like Master P said, ?There they go, there day go? Bitch niggaz uh-huh {Attention all personnel
good Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands Feels good, feels good
lames, y'all gay, I play video games all day When Kans City Mo brangs, it's gritty slow game We diddy-bop with really no change, y'all pay And people
W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It Told y'all niggaz the Westside the best side We gots sumpin foe all you
me check this shit out Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P [Master P] Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P Sorry I'm unavailiable
Telly [Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL,
Baby cause I'm everybody's good bitch) [Hook] Dana, you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good) Dana, you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good) There
mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G Y'all be tripping off the P's I
gotta come in now I don't know what Tito's rollin' up I gotta roll it up myself I don't know what's in them dutch masters If you don't crush your own
's that you braidin', on the D L So I guess it's time for me to bounce the ball like Spreewell See well, you could of had it all, Ms. Dove But you showin
, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
fuck where you from It's how you come If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac Y'all gonna feel this [Chorus:
catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods But you let me slide cause you know I'm straight out the hood You say it's because of all the little things