[Master P (Souya)] Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard Go out there and get this paper You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it) Then let's ride
where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks Hey girl won't you do that dance Lookin good
Rican body, she's a hottie I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P. Miller jeans look like two
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did Straight from the hood and I represent the street Send money to the pen, still fucking with C (Okay!) R.I.P
one on Cribs with a house with gold ceilings Gotta truck load of Bentleys 'cause thats how Im livin In the winter pull the trucks out The summer its the drop top P
baller, let 'em go [Chorus (4x):] [Master P] Let 'em go (let 'em go) Let 'em go (let 'em go) Don't handcuff 'em whodi let the girl work the floor [Master P
Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side [Master P] Til death do us part
the weed at? 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 I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp [Master P] My momma jacked
't nothing) P Miller on my shirt and pants (that ain't nothing) And my speakers say the same thing (that ain't nothing) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Romeo, Master P
crunk I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos I got a good heart, some bad
a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her I love, your whole thugged out side
[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
of your friends take your kindness for weakness Make a nigga wanna live like Jews, I told y'all I got a good side and a bad side and this my bad side
Mother fuckin' king of crunk and the don of rowdy music, nigga Hey, hey, Lil' Jon, Lil' Jon, Master P, Master P New no limit B M E click me and my mother
[Chorus 4X: Master P] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but
short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] My nigga stared
[Chorus (2x):] [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