[Master P] Chorus x4 Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind
Vertaling: Master P. Throw Em Up.
[Chorus: Master P (4X)] Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelve, I'm on the
clap throw some money slap her in the booty , wit some money Waka flocka pink panther chain you can call me walk an lean, watch codeine, braclet promethazine, rollin up
pass i cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail and yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail let em sail up
up like Downty Don't clown me, bitch Dyke hoes wanna lick my clit But end up gettin' stuck in the gut with a dick Down for my shit, tricks wanna get 'em
punk P, the situation is I skipped it No set trip got the glock caulked Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
show off my skills, I just sprinkle 'em And now you're sleeping on my props Wake up before you wrinkle 'em Gimme my props, yo, more than a cop, yo 'Til I master
I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give
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 can't sew 'em Said I as
my back homie [Hook x2: C-Los] [Verse: Lil' D] Im ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut I dont dance in my fitted I just throw my hood up Tryna
Master P] Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up,
play on the muthafuckin' phone?" "Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker phone an' pick the phone up This P nigga, stop fuckin' playin'' "Nigga, if this fuckin' P
what the top act is pourin' Out of control sittin' on tickets Million dollar spots, technology chops And a motherfucker proud fool, assed ridiculous Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw
Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha! E 40: Oooo! Huh? P whats up boy? MP: Whats up 40 boy? E 40: Talk to me weepilation. MP: Dey dont know we been doin dis. E 40:
up Fuck poppin' the trunk Let's throw some hands up Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up? I thought so, niggaz better shut up I'm five, six, heart
supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town [Proof] ....Then You get done up
a nigga ever hit me Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it Throw the gun up
