[Chorus x4] This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes [Master P--Verse-1] Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead Hoes
번역: 마스터 피. 더이 라이프.
Chorus (4x): This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes Master P: Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes
Hation is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains close, open up the door, no more, no more See were losing this world
they denim Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge
this part of my life I live is damn near mastered The more people I love the more they get took away faster Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more
Oh yes, I'm that master rap I'm the cold cap (echo) I'm what you know, ask Rapping Beyotch, beyotch 2 times baby, one time more Give it one more for
P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [
2-1-5) You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click (All the way live from 2-1-5) Across the map, one time for your (All the way live from 2-1-5) It
the key to a happy life was right here wit me the whole time Chorus x2 so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me home (to a life in
Rottin away in the Midwest I guess They was right When they said that was such a psycho sight Sick inside a slight Deliver that makes me want to go Master P at night right No more
!! I guess I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, I'm riddin over low term beef Chorus 2X Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin
my enemies (Yeah) Burn em at a thousand degrees And lord please let me make mo cheese Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [X2] (I've got all my life
bling show Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more We wiling out, all day, all night Cus this is my life, my life, my life... [Hook]
-Aid if you can't get paid Get trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play, bullets get sprayed with no delay [Chorus x2] [Verse 2 (Abel)] Smokin
tilted, blunt flickin' Get money, fuck bitches Young Weezy, young pimpin', she love it I keep goin', she keep comin', what you know 'bout it? So 'bout it like Master P
that nigga and we ain't smokin no more regular, Keep ya midgrain I don't think you know no better. They loving the trunk now they wanna hear more shit
