bout that drama [Master P chorus] I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama No Limit niggas ready to kill We bout that drama We bout that drama bitch
Перевод: Master P. Бут Это драма.
, back and forth Let's do it, what you wanna hear? I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary (Dear diary) Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old
, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray' Who invented party anthems that ease stress away? You got drama, never mind that
is filled with drama lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget all the mistakes that I made, that
KaySlay the Drama King And for those of y'all that don't know I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name of Papoose And for those of y'all that
x] [LL Cool J] I been doin this a long time man, I'm tired of gettin money On second thought... Before Master P, I was bout it bout it B Before Cash
his workers where he's keepin' the stash When that gun blast, better have jah on your side Or an act of divine intervention from the most high I know guys that
call all the calvary, Renforcements, and Yo local P-D They gettin somewhere if they see me My nigga thats how these G's be We 3, Me, C and Master P Sippin
Master P: our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me? ha ha (hootie hoo) Chorus (2x): where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi) Im in
that shit Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go (Chorus) Verse 3 (Master P) Tell
they house And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin Drama, fuck all that, stay real when
niggas and bitches out there (soldiers) At ease, solute, C-MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there representin' its motherfuckin' no limit up bout it bout
' bout it bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold Bout it bout it (bout it bout it) Them niggas bout it bout it (bout it bout it) My little
style is kill kill, never forget that See the wig, you split that, you get that, it's that simple Talk is cheaper then generic goods We deadly apostiles, that
sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked 'Cause I'm tryin' to blaze up a sack To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P 'Cause that's just
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut. (Chorus Eightball an Master P
