| Yeah
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| You ain’t gotta go to no car lot
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| Come and shop at the garage
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| Nephew
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| I need to borrow a couple million from you
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| You know how we do it
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| (Chorus: Master P)
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| That’s how he doin' it
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| That’s how she doin' it
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| That ain’t nothing whodi I see how yall doin' it
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| That’s how he doin' it
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| That’s how she doin' it
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| Whodi that ain’t nothing I see how yall doin' it
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| That’s how he doin' it
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| That’s how she doin' it
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| Whodi that ain’t nothing I see how yall doin' it
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| (Verse 1: Silkk + Master P)
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| Clap your hands doors come up
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| Clap twice the motor start up
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| Guys givin' a concert when they run up
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| You see it when the car and the truck’s done up
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| No Limit man we run the south
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| Got my own clothes coming out
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| Fly to France look just for lunch
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| Condor if I say more than a month
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| All my rides they be chromed up
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| TVs yep phoned up
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| Out the country when I wanna chill
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| Ninety-six inches on the wheels
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| (Verse 2: Master P]
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| I got a house with some marble floors
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| And my ceiling it be solid gold
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| On my bed I got mink sheets
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| And my mom live 'cross the street
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| Ghetto kids call me Santa Claus
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| Cuz every Christmas I break 'em off
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| I got the new rims that keep spinnin'
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| On the truck the Benz and the Bentley
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| I got a Goochey helicopter
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| And if I get sick I got a private doctor
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| See me on Forbes I own the tank
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| Came on out of money I own the bank
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| I even ball in the NBA
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| And might buy the (team's next mate?)
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| P Miller on my shirt and pants
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| And my speakers say the same thing
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| (Verse 3: Romeo + Master P)
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| Richie Rich be my nickname
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| Ice cubes on my wristband
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| Hit the mall the girls scream and holler
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| Got a white dog named Dollar
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| Platnium car with my name on it
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| Got a car the paint change on it
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| Got a butler got my own waiter
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| Thirteen and got my own label
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| Got a 2005 Lexus
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| Even got my own house in Texas
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| (Verse 4: Curren$y + Master P)
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| Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz
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| Then I bought four for my friends
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| Hit the club on twenty inches
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| I’m about to pay everybody admission
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| Cops took my lil' partna to jail
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| Hit him with a million dollar bail
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| I’ma have him home in a day
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| My money longer than the interstate
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| I’m on stage got 'em goin' wild
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| Throw a hundred Gs in the crowd
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| I wrecked my Jag last Friday
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| Got another one in my driveway
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| (Outro: Master P)
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| That-that-that-that ain’t nothing
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| That ain’t nothing
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| That-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-that ain’t nothing
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| That ain’t-that ain’t nothing
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| That ain’t nothing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That Ain't Nothing , by - Master P. Song from the album Good Side / Bad Side, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп