Текст (слова) песни: Master P - After Dollars No Cents

Master P

Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya),
I know there`s niggaz out there wait`n fo` tha fall

Chorus:
After Dollars, No Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Tryna Pay Tha Rent.
(x2)

I`m a hustla, balla, nigga gee`z, cut keyz, gats for enemies,
freeze, hund
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz
born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry.
Wild like tha lone fuck`n ranger, niggaz from tha South
keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
quick, that`s why niggaz watch`n niggaz back, cuz they
gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in
tha vain, fuck`n with there brains. Who tha next nigga
ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2
get shot? I hope it ain`t me, so I`m strapped with a bulletproof.
Nigga on my
stomach see muthafuck`n TRU.
Soldia till I die, fuck it I won`t cry, look my enemy in
tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain`t real, cuz we bout it,
& if I have to die cuz a nigga gon` shout it! I was born
a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but
killaz don`t talk.

Chorus (x2)

You no Kris, I`m Kros, y`all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls.
Blow`n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed
albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz.
Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,
number 1 & Bout It. That`s why niggaz tryna get us
on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha
video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent
tha hood, & every fuck`n nigga that gang-bang. These
streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo`
tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we...

Chorus (x2)

Silkk

After dollarz, no cents. We represent`n No Limit, put
it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done
sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck`n
rags to riches, cuz I`ve always had money, plus I`ve always
had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act
like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em
fo` they gee`z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why
ain`t you ever know, don`t crush dimes, & mo mo`s. Nigga
runnin` from tha po-po`s, high from a low low, take a
trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya
breasts right up under my polo`s, nigga strapped with a 44`
& I`m solo. To try test`n tha best nut & that`s a no no.
365 days, 24-7, I`m bout my richez, see money is a must, everything
is a plus,
including weed & bitchez.

It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo` me see`n P ta
do a show, act like y`all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship
& guard tha dope.

Master P

You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Master P - After Dollars No Cents Master P Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there`s niggaz out there wait`n fo` tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I`m a hustla, balla, nigga gee`z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck`n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that`s why niggaz watch`n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck`n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain`t me, so I`m strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck`n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won`t cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain`t real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon` shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don`t talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I`m Kros, y`all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow`n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That`s why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck`n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo` tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent`n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck`n rags to riches, cuz I`ve always had money, plus I`ve always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo` they gee`z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain`t you ever know, don`t crush dimes, & mo mo`s. Nigga runnin` from tha po-po`s, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo`s, nigga strapped with a 44` & I`m solo. To try test`n tha best nut & that`s a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I`m bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo` me see`n P ta do a show, act like y`all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни After Dollars No Cents: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/4908.html Все тексты песен: Master P » Master P - Paper Chasing » Master P - Goin` Through Some Thangs » Master P - 99 Ways to Die » Master P - Is it You? (Deja Vu) » Master P - Real Love » Master P - Come and Get Something » Master P - Twerk That Thang » Master P - I Ain`t Play`n » Master P - Make Say UUGH » Master P - R.I.P Tupac » Master P - Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? » Master P - Dope, Pussy, & Money » Master P - Let`s Get Em » Master P - Psycho Rhymes » Master P - Tryin To Do Something » Master P - What I`m Bout » Master P - Ice on My Wrist (Remix) » Master P - Hook It Up » Master P - Stop Playing Wit Me » Master P - Killa Pussy Рекомендуем скачать: » Виктор Калачев - Анатолию Кирееву на песню Ветер » Валентина Толкунова - Сапожки русские » Вера Евушкина - Мальчик дождь (из поэмы Сказка о дожде) » Валентин Вихорев - На фронт трамвай уходил... » Вера Матвеева - Зима (акварель) » Владимир Высоцкий - Что же ты, зараза » Вера Евушкина - Колыбельная » Виктор Берковский - Осень » Владимир Высоцкий - Я скачу позади на полслова » Виктор Калина - Ночь-хулиганка » Владимир Асимов - Падает снег » Вадим Быков - Любимая моя » Виктор Черников - Перестройка » Владимир Шандриков - Воспоминание о будущем » Валентина Гиндлер - Бедуинская цыганочка » Василий Гринчук - У всех, слагающих слова... » Владимир Медведев - Глупая песенка » Виктор Берковский - Посвящение другу » Вячеслав Бутусов и Deadушки - Запасные сны » Виктор Федоров - После бала
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