Master P I Got That Dank 가사검색 :: 가사집

I Got That Dank `Master P`

Dayton's sideways 'till they giggety old to get a ounce of that motherfucking giggety stank cause if it don't stank, then it ain't real dank I got the juice, you got the juice, well pass the gin nigga

1/2 On A Bag Of Dank `Master P`

Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this

Com. 4 `Master P`

Man I smoked all that shit. Nigga the shit I left on the coffee table you smoked all that? I smoked all that shit that shit was good And you aint saved me shit nigga?

Smokin Green `TRU (Master P)`

somethin (Silkk in this bitch C Murder) for all them niggaz in the projects that's tryin to come up (and you know me, Master P, pervin on that muthafuckin swisha sweet) Mr Serv-On gon hit this sweet

Dope, Pussy and Money `Master P`

[Big Ed] Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit man I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up [Master P] Damn see man what's wrong with you You been smokin' dank or somethin' [Big

99 Ways to Die `Master P`

[Master P] H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in

No Limit Party `Master P`

ain't tripping cause the P packs an oozie (Chorus) Verse 2 Me and my partners mobbing should I say robbing 4 g's and the lack and you know we keep our head bobbing 15's in the trunk with the

Dead Presidents `Master P`

hahahahaha that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game Richmond, California where us youngstas slang that cocaine and we

Bloody Murder `Master P`

Verse One: Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man Cash in the ride, hoe

Pass Me Da Green `Master P`

(clip from Friday) I know you don't smoke weed...i know this But im gonna get you high today. Cause its Friday, you aint got no job, and you aint got shit to do.

Bullets Gots No Name `Master P`

floor with a front row hoe partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with let me tell you bout this little fool I know he was swift and fast, always on

Low Down & Dirty `Master P`

see shit like that just make me mad, bitches wanna see me in the big black bag cause a nigga like me got big big balls, when I roll through your schoolyou better clear the halls, cause I'm down for

Rollin' Thru My Hood `Master P`

, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and

Dank `JT Money`

Y'all got this motherfuckin pumped up I noticed aint nobody smokin wit me Any lace smokers in the motherfucker [Chorus] Wut Chu smokin nigga?! (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) HUH?

The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! `Master P`

(Master P) I don't know where I'm going to but selling dope is the only thing God knows how to do Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night And

That Ain`t Nothing `Master P`

up [that ain't nothing] Out the country when I wanna chill [that ain't nothing] Ninety-six inches on the wheels [that-that-that-that ain't nothing] I got a house with some marble floors [that ain't

COM.3 `Master P`

[Master P talking] Yo Mike take me to the commercial man so I can tell why I never fall off you know what I'm saying, before I do I sell all the houses and cars I got I'm a hustler man, we losin

Shake What Ya Got `Master P`

[Master P] Hey ma [repeat 3X] Hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X] Shake it for me shorty, work what you got I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot Front to the back to the

No More Tears `Master P`

and you done lost one Never had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son Ain't that a b, leave me to watch the family To make the bills get paid, you got to live scandalous G Cause the ghetto got me

We All We Got `Master P`

[Chorus - x2] [Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now

Mr. Ice Cream Man `Master P`

Ice Cream Man or call me Master P I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans And cross the West Coast

It's A Drought `Master P`

[Hook - 2x] It's a drought, but we got dope We got dope, we got dope It's a drought, but we got dope Then it's gon cost you mo' [Master P] First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope And if

I Don`t `Master P`

Yo, this for all them niggas and bitches that thought it was over for No Limit And now y'all wan' holla cause y'all know it's back on and poppin' This what I got to tell y'all (UUUNNNGGHHH!)

Killa Pussy `Master P`

Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up? Ann: Wuz up? Master P: Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything But its like this here, (what?)

Make Em Say Uhh #2 `Master P`

"[phone ringing] [No Limit studios]-""No Limit studio"" [Master P]-""Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"" [NLS]-""Nigga, who the fuck is this?""

Hot Boys & Girls `Master P`

[phone ringing] [No Limit studios] -"No Limit studio" [Master P] -"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" [NLS] -"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"

Respect My Game `Master P`

am so gutter so gangster when I spit these rhymes I feel like I just did it big Nigga ten years later I still got these kids Most niggas ain’t keeping it real Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the

Them Jeans `Master P`

country, she country, we country Come closer, it's a free country Damn you cute, girl you fine Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real Got the +Magic Stick

The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped `Master P`

"You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves You fucking little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet [Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash

BACK UP OFF ME `Master P`

P] I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts Ready to bust on you cluckers On you niggas that sick cause we sicker Niggas