How you do that there (remix) how you do that there New Orleans Baton Rouge How you do that there Lafeyette Lake Charles How you do that there Shreveport
Перевод: Master P. Как вы это сделаете, Там.
bitch that you wished you had You know I just be sayin that to get you mad I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad You know I just be sayin
afar Pah But hold up do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot
bout where I live Cause she will never know where that is Girl that thing is awesome mayne The grade that I give you is off the chain I would love to take you
rather have a Snapple do you know where you're going to do you know where you're runnin from scared of the sun, I live in the sun You shrivel up like
You get extorted by the thugs that grew up in your hood You get killed fuckin' with P, you really should Not do that, I use that, lugar good, catch a
you heard Hey, gone when I finish, women and niggas say "Damn, Tone" That's busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you
shoe, how's it fit? How you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle Your
over a bitch, n-gga the devil wears Prada Amber Rose wears nada And thats how she should keep it 'cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria's Secrets They say there
Chorus: Master P (Souya)] If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you) If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you) If they question you (I ain't
show off my skills, I just sprinkle 'em And now you're sleeping on my props Wake up before you wrinkle 'em Gimme my props, yo, more than a cop, yo 'Til I master
and niggas say "Damn, Tone" That's busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You
we wouldn't make it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (Fuck you)
ain't having that You better have game, you better come correct Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame cats Tell me what you think about that, let's go Love that you
homey yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you Fool {singing} "who do you think you are? mr. big
bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo? car Fool who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff
you know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream to get where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you came
