Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meal Ticket , by - Master P. Release date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Meal Ticket |
| My potna gave me $ 50, put me in the game, |
| I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane |
| Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters, |
| I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I’m a balla! |
| Pushin in weight, from state to state, |
| Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it’s U.G.K. |
| Pimp C said, «P, what’s really goin on?» |
| I said what’s really happenin, he said, «I gotta pocket full of stones!» |
| Now P be dat new kid on the block |
| 36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop |
| And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga, |
| Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya’ll thug niggas. |
| Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work, |
| Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks |
| Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage |
| peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage |
| Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin |
| Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin |
| Used to drink 40s, now it’s mowhet |
| Used to roll cutlass, now it’s benzes and vets |
| ?Becketts? |
| on my fingaz, Rolex watches, |
| Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean pussy poppin |
| Label me an alien, just like Outkast |
| Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast |
| Cause I’m bout it, ya’ll know I’m rowdy, |
| Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya’ll doubt it Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG |
| Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets |
| Chorus: Tryin to get a meal ticket (8X) |
| 8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention, |
| These hoes can’t touch my pimpin |
| Mobbin through the sw&, P and me and G and U.G.K. |
| ?Hustlin? |
| as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say! |
| Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy |
| Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the? |
| shady?, maybe |
| Construct the thinkin, we’re turnin’to duckies bankin' |
| No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave |
| Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em Got a real nigga’s job, so damn hard tryin to play em Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that’s what they gon pay me Pimpin ain’t dead baby, just ask MJG |
| Who be I? |
| MJG, he be me! |
| But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see? |
| One of us ??? |
| when ya hungry, I do it only |
| Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies, |
| About that money, where my ticket? |
| Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good |
| I’m leanin’on the leather, and I’m grippin on the wood. |
| I’m feelin on the ??? |
| ballin in the? |
| slant back? |
| I’m Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac |
| Bad ass bitches can’t leave my dick alone, |
| I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones |
| Pimpin ain’t dead, ya heard what I said, |
| How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head? |
| Lickin my ass if ??? |
| be the deala |
| Suck the nut up out a ??? |
| bucket slow down suave nigga, |
| Now bitch I be the prison pushin’everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the |
| quarters |
| Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters |
| Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian |
| Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin' |
| In the Golden Gate, swish it out, holdin weight, I hits the block, I’m |
| rollin bait, Them fiends come out, they know they got to? |
| stole the |
| case? |
| I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas, |
| Jekyl and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and |
| choppas |
| Where we out? |
| Chorus and fade |