
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
D-Game (feat. Master P, Krazy and Terror) |
What’s up playa? |
You looking slick with that |
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match |
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground |
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound |
They going click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow that’s my style |
Popping wit terror take it straight to guns |
Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run |
Too much paper here to try and count my ones |
Over here cross me our hollow wall is young |
For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow |
If you’ve seen the new whip know they add nine 0's |
Now I’m up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's |
If you counting by the whips than it’s eight different flows |
I’m heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads |
Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars |
And what I hop in, it’s my option |
To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash |
What’s up playa? |
You looking slick with that |
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match |
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground |
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound |
They going click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow that’s my style |
Now if it’s on with the bricks and the bag BABY |
You come short, I’m a bust your head BABY |
They name a dope man whodi |
Yeah that’s me, I’m out that 5−0-4 plus that C-P-3 |
Give me an ounce and I’ma flip it to a brick figga |
You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga |
Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga |
So here’s a Glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga |
Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine |
I be the richest young soldier in this rap game |
All my money come in armor trucks |
More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck |
You wasn’t work, when I was local playa |
I’m worldwide, you haters can’t take it you petrified |
Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p |
It’s no limit till I die y’all can’t get with me |
What’s up playa? |
You looking slick with that |
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match |
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground |
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound |
They going click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow that’s my style |
I don’t like violence but ha that’s no shy logic |
Don’t like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it |
Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat |
Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach |
Talking shit I’ma big spinner so I don’t really talk to much |
Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up |
See I love my fans but I don’t love them haters |
I don’t really like the fame much dog |
But I show love to paper uh-huh |
I want something bigger cause I love the dough |
Niggas talk shit, Shaq’s out |
Leave them looking like Mugsy Bogues |
Zoom Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow |
Not the type that’s gonna floss |
But I ain’t gonna hide it though |
Learn the game from my big brother |
C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well. |
C-E-O sounds |
We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball |
You know what’s up what us |
Now what’s up with y’all, uh-ha |
What’s up playa? |
You looking slick with that |
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match |
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground |
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound |
They going click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow click click blow |
Click click blow, blow that’s my style |
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PSYCH_WARD!101 ft. Terror | 2019 |
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Snoop World ft. Master P | 1997 |
Graveyard Tales | 1994 |
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Brinks ft. Master P | 2011 |
INDIAN WEAPONS ft. Terror, Cxrpse | 2019 |
Homies & Thugs ft. Master P, 2Pac | 2009 |
Make 'Em Say Ugh ft. Silkk The Shocker, Mia x, Fiend | 2004 |
Them Jeans | 2006 |
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Burbons And Lacs ft. Silkk The Shocker, Lil' Gotti | 2004 |
I Need Dubs | 2006 |
How Ya Do Dat ft. Master P, C-Loc, Steady Mobb'n | 2004 |
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