Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weed & Hennesey, artist - Master P. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Weed & Hennesey |
| Yeah nigga |
| We gonna feed em weed and Hennesey, get em high together motherfucker |
| Silkk the Shocker (get em high nigga, get em high nigga) |
| Shorties with game (No Limit niggas) |
| Come out and feel the world, this time nigga (gon' ride nigga, get em high) |
| Chorus: Master P |
| Give em weed, and Hennesey, and let’s ride nigga |
| Let’s ride nigga, let’s ride nigga |
| Weed, and Hennesey, and let’s ride nigga |
| Let’s ride nigga, let’s ride nigga |
| Holla P! |
| That mean fortune and fame |
| Scream, No Limit still TRU 2 Da Game |
| A buncha, young niggas gettin rich with plats |
| How many, thug niggas still bustin the shot |
| How many killers comin up makin scrilla with change |
| How many, young niggas still down in the game |
| I couldn’t, lose my soul tryin to make these ends |
| I couldn’t, watch my enemies and watch my friends |
| I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball |
| I said, mama pray when I walk the halls |
| I got 3rd Ward niggas throwin up the sign |
| My little cousin Jimmy home on, eighteen to die |
| I live the life of a ranger, rowdy rowdy |
| I live the life of a rapper that’s Bout It Bout It |
| I got the feds tryin to chase me, wantin the plat |
| I got my own homies sendin, my name to the coppers |
| I smoke weed, and Hennesey, uh-huh |
| To forget about all that shit, uh-huh |
| (get em high nigga, let’s ride nigga) |
| I smoke weed, and Hennesey |
| Just to make it through the days man |
| All this bullshit I’m goin through |
| I got a hand full of money, a pocket full of drugs |
| Leave em standin in they shoes and makin moves with thugs |
| I’m homegrown in the ghetto, result my mind’s under pressure |
| You leave your shit wide open, No Limit niggas gon' test ya |
| We ride deep but TRU dat, hitin hard like bricks |
| Ain’t no punks in my click, bitch ass niggas be sick |
| My TRU G’s gettin high off my lyrics, my present spirit |
| And healthy niggas shout for God hearin |
| A coward dies a thousand deaths a soldier die once |
| So nigga let’s get high, off these Hennesey and blunts |
| It get hard tryin to shake these bustas tryin to shake these fools |
| I know a million niggas down to ride and still don’t break the rules |
| I’m always on like fuckin lights respect might check you like some nights |
| Always precise, Silkk the Shocker, get my motherfuckin name, RIGHT! |
| Nigga game sewed like a spider, til ends fall like a Nike |
| Disrespect I hits you with a tec and watch I shake you up like DICE |
| Now watch a million niggas follow me, like I was a fuckin idol |
| They’re like vital signs of a line of niggas deep in their thoughts |
| Cause there isn’t no sunshine |
| Get away from the one-time got caught sometimes |
| But other times, I got away |
| If you a busta, you can’t cop none if you a real, you can relate |
| See we No Limit, we dirty like dozen, wild with my two brothers |
| Couple partners couple cousins, other niggas I really can’t trust |
| Weed it helps me get high, times for that, vibe and we ride |
| We strapped with four-five nigga do, or fuckin die |
| Block to block coast to coast nigga from killers to drug DEALERS |
| Affiliate my name with all the real killers and thug NIGGAZ |
| T.S. |
| washin on fake niggas, a bitch no fuckin LOVE |
| When I grab for snap automatics come off |
| Like dancers drawers in strip clubs |
| Ain’t no thang, death with no motherfuckin pain |
| I lost some in the past, had to charge a lot of shit to the game |
| But fake niggas gonna drop, real niggas stay on top |
| Til my homey, came up dead |
| He said one of my niggas workin with the feds |
| It’s time to side up, we some bunch of riders showin trials |
| I plug shots in the motherfucker, you don’t wanna die |
| Chorus w/ variations |
| That’s how we gonna do it to start off the nineteen ninety-eight |
| Silkk the Shocker legit, Charge It 2 Da Game in February, hahah |
| My little brother C-Murder in this bitch (No Limit) |
| Master P (Soldiers) |
| Huh, we gonna feed em weed and Hennesey (I thought I told ya) |
| And to them motherfuckin fake niggas |
| We gonna feed em hollow tips |
| Can’t fade us, can’t beat us, No Limit |
| Ain’t no motherfuckin gimmick (think nine-seven was alright) |
| TRU niggas for life ya heard me? |
| (but nine-eight gonna be the YEAR) |
| Ha-hah |
| Nineteen ninety-eight nigga |