| 160 when I ride by
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| Haters looking at me, through they side eye
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| Cause I be doing the most
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| Riding in the ghost
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| You fucking with the master
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| You fucking with the master
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| You fucking with the master
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| In that white ghost, I call that bitch Casper
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| Street niggaz, I’m your antidote
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| Fuck bad bitches, eat a lot of cantaloup
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| Uh, country boy with my Ray-Bans
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| Tell a motherfucker in my ear, it go bang mayn
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| From the hood, but a nigga made a lot of money
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| Moved to California, cause the shit hella-sunny
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| Couple of chubby rappers, even some snow bunnies
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| But a nigga like me, keep it one hunnid
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| Fuck a 401K, I got a mill plan
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| R.I.P. |
| to all them niggaz, that I know got killed man
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| I’m on the block 45, and I keep it cocked
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| I’m a outlaw, nigga call me 2Pac
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| I’m a pharmacist, work in my tube socks
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| I got two chains, and I got two glocks
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| Rasta' man, deliver and I smoke weed
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| All my bad bitches, get em from overseas
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| 75 million sold, I ain’t done yet
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| Came back to the game, ask em where the blunt at
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| Any moment, they ain’t wanna front that
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| Call a nigga Michael J., shit it’s a come back
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| In that white bitch, call that bitch Casper
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| White folks see me, and they call a nigga master
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| I got a lot of paper, and I made a lot of change
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| But it’s alright motherfucker, I’d never change the Gift
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| You now fucking with the master’s son
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| Hip-Hop royalty, ask what’s up
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| Boy touch me, it’s a massacre
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| I got your baby mama screaming, I got asthma
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| Put the ghost on a yacht, to take it overseas
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| Hundred M’s in a swisha, to a hundred ki’s
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| To keep it real, I ain’t gotta work again nigga
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| That’s why I come on these rap tracks, occasionally
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| At the age of 10, I made more money to purchase
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| And I’m probably somewhere in Haiti, with honeys and super models
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| Haters I can’t describe em, who give a fuck about em
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| My whip two tone, kinda like my po' homes
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| Panorama sunroof, just to feel cool
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| Massages in the back, just to feel different
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| I’m in South Paris, with my French girl
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| Her homegirl, like ask for the whip girl I’m so New Orleans man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost , by - Master P. Song from the album The Gift, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп