Rodney Carrington is a frequent guest on the Bob and Tom show. Christopher Allis – Drums. Don't look now momma's got her boobs out. Highlight a quote that may not be obvious and you would like to explain it or ask for an explanation. Well he started up the truck. The Midnight Special. I tried to tell you, that all she'd want to do is cry. Be someone you've never been. Little Girl (Does Your Mama Know).
There will be no trial. But you f**king blew it. Dig all your gold and we poisoned all your waters. Coz I'm the only one who made her. Letras de canciones. Don't look now but you been put on the list and. No mama, you don′t know me best. Wish I Could) Hideaway. When your glasses in the garbage.
Boy, don't you know your heart′s a mess. Sit and listen to her small town drama. Momma's Got Her Boobs Out. Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me! Go to the artist radio. Chorus: Don't look now, someone's done your starvin'; Don't look now, someone's done your prayin' too. Before You Accuse Me. Even when you don't wanna. Oh, tell her that you love her. Oh ohh ohhh mama... Mama, yeah I know my heart′s a mess. Why the hell would heaven visit.
Someday Never Comes. When You Love Someone. EDaddy pulled it over, we were standing on the shoulder whilB7e Momma's putting on a show.
We'll let the good times all roll out. Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossiping, it's like a social disease. You can stay up late 'cause baby you're a full grown man. Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea?
I'm out here tryin to make me a little change. Nigga when you say somethin about a. nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. I mean like, nobody don't have to gisnote. Clean master full crack. Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something. All of the beats are bouncy and I sense a bit of West Coast influence in them. They mad cause they ho jock me. But enough about Master P. Ghetto D is loaded with guest appearances from his No Limit Soldiers. When I was on the run, you help me on the real.
That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care. Trampled like that cuz that ass whoopin' been due. Please use engenuity when you doing me. Coming up for what, making hella bucks. It was a group of us, just a group of five. As the angel came the ghetto from hell. Make crack like this master p mp3. I honestly don't mind because I couldn't handle an entire album of just Master P. You get nice verses from No Limit family members, especially Mystikal. Nigga told me, "C, leave that dope, cause rappin is yo thang".
Im really not impressed. I roll with niggas with big triggers. I made crack like this. That don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker. Ghetto D. (*water bubbling*). And yo baby momma lovin me. I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that.
Who's to say your life is worth more than mine. Never f*ck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Down here 3rd world cali or new orleans. I won't change cuz P is a made nigga. And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it. Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys.
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders. I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz. Roll your blunts tight. But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy. P don't take no shit from no suckas. Quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they. Rollin' out the red carpet when they see ya $10, 000 mink coat. Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier.
It ain't no limit to this ghetto love. Behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got. That has to be one of the greatest closing tracks ever, and a real treat to end a near flawless album. But this rappin' ain't what it seems. All my boys locked down in jail. Make crack like this master plan. Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia. You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long. In charge like the Lakers. When its my time to go then I gotta leave. The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again. Chorus -Lawand and Mercedes-. No matter, because "Ghetto D" succeeds admirably, thanks largely to supporting features from Mac, Fiend, Mystikal, and C-Murder. But really i cant fade them.
I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that. When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game. Verse Three: [Mystikal]. Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end. Aint that fool yall. This could've been risky being that this particular rapper was so audacious and confrontational that he was accusing other rappers that sounded nothing like him of copying him. Gotta stand on his own nigga. 14 Only Time Will Tell 4:09. No buying from no nigga that you don't know make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powda is crack. Wassup to my little brother silkk). I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me. But ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us.
Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what?