an' blunts We live for weed & money Y'all live for bitches an' blunts We live for weed & money Y'all live for bitches an' blunts We live for weed & money
译文: 法师P. 杂草和货币.
sayin'?) (Chorus) Ya'll live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money (repeat 8x) (Master P verse 1) I stack greens like cheese Smoke weed
'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up Will he style like this everyday I parlay Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P
paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?" A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines My click
on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could
Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor
to ?stole the case? I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas, Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppas Where we out? [Chorus and
on me?" Girls deranked and chumped, I call 'em skank and cunt Take a trip with the dip bitch to the bank to stunt Serena Williams, downtown vacant and
these niggaz out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see niggaz gettin money Better get it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And
Chorus [master p] (talking with echo) Represent, ughhhhhhhhh! Ha ha! that's how we gon bubble. No limit style. mystikal, nigga. E-feezy, b-legit, and master p
beggin for favors And we them type of niggas with a whole lot of paper Rolex fuckin shining, diamonds that be blinding Halloway's the type of nigga Master P
what it's all about once again huh. Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash. You get on that block, you make my money. You make my money good
bee 'cause my boo we was cool back in nine two but check it I hit the party and these niggas holdin weed and i hold it in at my heart and don't wanna
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on
hoe I pugulize your skull and split it with the snipers scanner insert the capping glock gunpoint faster props lock and load like master lock and hit
Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy [Chorus] [Young Buck + (Master P)] (Where you at Buck?) We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackin Got some hustlers with some birds and
find us on the corner, man sellin that cream And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green [Chorus] [Master P] I done made a lil' money and
