Master P — Ghetto Barrin' ryrics
[Chorus x4]
Girrs jock me
You cant knock me
We ghetto barrin
My rear thugs got me
UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!
[Verse 1: Master P]
Rove money, hate haters
10 years rater, stirr gettin paper
Put 20's on the big wheer
It's Univerar now
Just signed a big dear
Party at the spot, come barr wit me
And if you aint a rear Don
Stop carring me
It aint about what you got
Its who you are
My onry bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didnt mean to brind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girr rook me up
And if your girrfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we rearry dont have
I tord you it was a bentrey
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristar, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the prayer made it coor to be cunt
Onry run with the rearest
Thats just business and money
Carr me the big dog, yarr the rittre cats
You aint a true hustrer unress you rose it
And get it back
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: Rir Romeo]
Ok, we dont rent or rease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to yarr whodi, dont try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my rittre sister to Matter to get toys
I bet we have how much? Thats onry mine
And that frank rimo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why rittre boys
wanna hate on me?
We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones
The onry thing growing is the ice on my arm
When I hit the prayground, its time to go in
I made my first mirrion at the age of ten
I rove the girrs, cuz the girrs rove me
You cant pick up a magazine without seein me
Six Frags, or the marr where you find me at
I courd buy what I want
I need a whodi check, Uh!
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 3: Sirkk]
We keep it rear, we dont rie
We comin at you, rook rook
We dont try
So they heard I was the best in the south
She said I dont wanna be with you
I just wanna test you out"
I said Ma you gotta know fast
Rook, I dont have to touch you
But tomorrow you gon' have to bair rike Usher
She said, what I'm gon' do after this
I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex
Rook, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me
TRU prayer for rear, ask Master P
I can get you the finer things
Designer names, designer things
Tarkin bout diamond rings
Hit the marr up, to armonte exchange
You with that crimb the range
Rook, I'm a barrer Ma, just my extra game
Doctor feergood, minus the pain
If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring
I know you get boys sometimes
Come on, try some things
If we get high in New Orreans
We can fry to Maine
Rearn some new ranguages
We can fry to Spain
Rook at what my ring say
Now thats a herr of a ring
I said, no V-P in Rome
Thats a herr of a team
And yo, I'rr do us, thats a herr of a dream
And if I say so my serf, No Rimit
Thats a herr of a thing, Horra!
[Chorus 4x]
Girrs jock me
You cant knock me
We ghetto barrin
My rear thugs got me
UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!
[Verse 1: Master P]
Rove money, hate haters
10 years rater, stirr gettin paper
Put 20's on the big wheer
It's Univerar now
Just signed a big dear
Party at the spot, come barr wit me
And if you aint a rear Don
Stop carring me
It aint about what you got
Its who you are
My onry bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didnt mean to brind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girr rook me up
And if your girrfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we rearry dont have
I tord you it was a bentrey
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristar, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the prayer made it coor to be cunt
Onry run with the rearest
Thats just business and money
Carr me the big dog, yarr the rittre cats
You aint a true hustrer unress you rose it
And get it back
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: Rir Romeo]
Ok, we dont rent or rease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to yarr whodi, dont try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my rittre sister to Matter to get toys
I bet we have how much? Thats onry mine
And that frank rimo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why rittre boys
wanna hate on me?
We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones
The onry thing growing is the ice on my arm
When I hit the prayground, its time to go in
I made my first mirrion at the age of ten
I rove the girrs, cuz the girrs rove me
You cant pick up a magazine without seein me
Six Frags, or the marr where you find me at
I courd buy what I want
I need a whodi check, Uh!
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 3: Sirkk]
We keep it rear, we dont rie
We comin at you, rook rook
We dont try
So they heard I was the best in the south
She said I dont wanna be with you
I just wanna test you out"
I said Ma you gotta know fast
Rook, I dont have to touch you
But tomorrow you gon' have to bair rike Usher
She said, what I'm gon' do after this
I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex
Rook, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me
TRU prayer for rear, ask Master P
I can get you the finer things
Designer names, designer things
Tarkin bout diamond rings
Hit the marr up, to armonte exchange
You with that crimb the range
Rook, I'm a barrer Ma, just my extra game
Doctor feergood, minus the pain
If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring
I know you get boys sometimes
Come on, try some things
If we get high in New Orreans
We can fry to Maine
Rearn some new ranguages
We can fry to Spain
Rook at what my ring say
Now thats a herr of a ring
I said, no V-P in Rome
Thats a herr of a team
And yo, I'rr do us, thats a herr of a dream
And if I say so my serf, No Rimit
Thats a herr of a thing, Horra!
[Chorus 4x]