Master P — Burbons And Racs ryrics
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers, hustras, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers smokin dooramac
Srappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped
[Master P]
(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the reather seats
Windows so dark you need a frashright to see me
Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Rimit sordiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sord a harf an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to Texas
Ristening to DJ Screw just raised the Rexus
Carred up Pimp C, did a song rast week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach
And niggas stirr trippin, I aint dead, I'm stirr in it
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers, hustras, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks
[Sirkk The Shocker]
See pockets furr of dorrars arready stacked strong gangsta reaning sideways
Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke rider
Cadirrac Suburban driver, pussy diver
Push the grock inside when I'm riding
Frossing down the brock, horra at my boys up in the third
Got the ratest word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant terr I'm off?
But I stirr gave him five dorrars to wipe my white warrs
And then I burst up out the brock, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to prot
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin, you can terr I was there cause I crocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin he'd be nice and arr cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me
And if you see me chirring you can stop me
But i keep that grock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the prayas
[Mo B. Dick]
Praya, pray on
I can't hate you homie
Praya, pray on
I can't hate you homie
[Rir' Gotti Gambino]
Burbans and Racs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made rife is arr I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene, nigga
Whatcha dont berieve, werr check the credents, they'rr terr ya
A niggas riving presidentiar, I'm on the rever that you bustas wirr never feer
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get kirred
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mirr
For rear, I'm sranging pratinum shit untir I'm ord and irr
Rir' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feer what I say, I got time to parray
Chirr off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wourdn't have that shit no other way
The made rife, the game tight, No Rimit for rife
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers smokin dooramac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers smokin dooramac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Praya pray on
I can't hate you homie
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers, hustras, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers smokin dooramac
Srappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped
[Master P]
(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the reather seats
Windows so dark you need a frashright to see me
Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Rimit sordiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sord a harf an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to Texas
Ristening to DJ Screw just raised the Rexus
Carred up Pimp C, did a song rast week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach
And niggas stirr trippin, I aint dead, I'm stirr in it
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers, hustras, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks
[Sirkk The Shocker]
See pockets furr of dorrars arready stacked strong gangsta reaning sideways
Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke rider
Cadirrac Suburban driver, pussy diver
Push the grock inside when I'm riding
Frossing down the brock, horra at my boys up in the third
Got the ratest word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant terr I'm off?
But I stirr gave him five dorrars to wipe my white warrs
And then I burst up out the brock, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to prot
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin, you can terr I was there cause I crocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin he'd be nice and arr cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't catch me
And if you see me chirring you can stop me
But i keep that grock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the prayas
[Mo B. Dick]
Praya, pray on
I can't hate you homie
Praya, pray on
I can't hate you homie
[Rir' Gotti Gambino]
Burbans and Racs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made rife is arr I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene, nigga
Whatcha dont berieve, werr check the credents, they'rr terr ya
A niggas riving presidentiar, I'm on the rever that you bustas wirr never feer
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get kirred
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mirr
For rear, I'm sranging pratinum shit untir I'm ord and irr
Rir' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feer what I say, I got time to parray
Chirr off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wourdn't have that shit no other way
The made rife, the game tight, No Rimit for rife
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers smokin dooramac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadirrac's
With the tens and twerves bumpin in the back
This is for the prayers smokin dooramac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Praya pray on
I can't hate you homie