Chorus 2X
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you f***
That's how it goes
[Master P]
Young n**** tryin' to get rich
Posted up with this s***
On the grind tryin' to slang that m****f***in' s***
Servin' the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
[King George]
Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker
[Master P]
Cause he got the bacon
[Big Ed]
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager
Cause it's all about the skrilla, n****
Pockets gettin' bigga
Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
[Silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
Chorus 2X
[Master P]
n***** hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them f*****' hatas
If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor
Blockin' these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man
That's why I f*** your b****, but she ain't s***
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck d***
But you cause you lame
But like Ice Cube said, "Let's cut out the little man"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain't a thang to these TRU n*****, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there's always some sucker talkin' 'bout wrong P
You need to jump off that glass d***
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a b****
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your b**** a**, huh
Cause that hoe s*** won't last
Chorus 2X
[King George]
Comin' from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find c***-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, s*** float to your forehead
King pay dues, f*** you a dead b****
Flip pure game, like the Og's taught me
Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty
Chorus 2X
[Big Ed]
It's nothin' but the G in me
I have a question
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson
Now, how many G's in the house tonight
And how many G's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a G thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
n****, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it
Always wearin' Nikes' cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ???
Cause he's rollin' on my ???, like a weather got my action
Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson
So n****
Who ride, I ride, slide
[Master P]
But they can't touch ya
[Big Ed]
With my TRU n***** on my side
[Master P]
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
Chorus 2X
[Silkk]
A n**** tip toe through the do'
You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo'
So I had to get low
And n***** lookin' shady
I shook some shell up in my a**, somebody older
Y'all b****** better pay me
You want me to say it's all good in my hood
Well I can't
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin'
Cause it ain't
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin'
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin'
Chorus 2X
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you f***
That's how it goes
[Master P]
Young n**** tryin' to get rich
Posted up with this s***
On the grind tryin' to slang that m****f***in' s***
Servin' the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
[King George]
Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker
[Master P]
Cause he got the bacon
[Big Ed]
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager
Cause it's all about the skrilla, n****
Pockets gettin' bigga
Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
[Silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
Chorus 2X
[Master P]
n***** hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them f*****' hatas
If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor
Blockin' these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man
That's why I f*** your b****, but she ain't s***
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck d***
But you cause you lame
But like Ice Cube said, "Let's cut out the little man"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain't a thang to these TRU n*****, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there's always some sucker talkin' 'bout wrong P
You need to jump off that glass d***
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a b****
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your b**** a**, huh
Cause that hoe s*** won't last
Chorus 2X
[King George]
Comin' from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find c***-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, s*** float to your forehead
King pay dues, f*** you a dead b****
Flip pure game, like the Og's taught me
Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty
Chorus 2X
[Big Ed]
It's nothin' but the G in me
I have a question
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson
Now, how many G's in the house tonight
And how many G's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a G thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
n****, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it
Always wearin' Nikes' cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ???
Cause he's rollin' on my ???, like a weather got my action
Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson
So n****
Who ride, I ride, slide
[Master P]
But they can't touch ya
[Big Ed]
With my TRU n***** on my side
[Master P]
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
Chorus 2X
[Silkk]
A n**** tip toe through the do'
You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo'
So I had to get low
And n***** lookin' shady
I shook some shell up in my a**, somebody older
Y'all b****** better pay me
You want me to say it's all good in my hood
Well I can't
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin'
Cause it ain't
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin'
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin'
Chorus 2X