Master P Bourbans and Llacs Lyrics

Mo B. d___] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves b__pin in the back This is
for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz
makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans
and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves b__pin in
the back This is for the players smokin doolamac
Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped
[Master P] (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather
seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin on that doshia, four n____s in the back screaming No
Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame, stopped in the
projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate
ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my n____ Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach And n____s still
trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it [Mo B.
d___] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves b__pin in the back This is
for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz
makin ends and them paper stacks [Silkk The Shocker]
See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta
leaning sideways Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is
my day Take it from mister high spoke rider Cadillac
Suburban driver, p____ diver Push the glock inside when
I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys
up in the third Got the latest word, swerve to the side of
the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said b____
cant tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars
to wipe my white walls And then I burst up out the block,
dropped the top cause it was hot Hit the spot with the most
hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot Spin donuts, you know
I'm macking, a straight up n____ Catch me spinnin, you
can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was
finished I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the
hood and you know they can't catch me And if you
see me chilling you can stop me But i keep that glock, 40
up on the dashboard you never know who might not be This is
for the playas [Mo B. d___] Playa, play on I
can't hate you homie Playa, play on I can't
hate you homie [Lil' Gotti Gambino] Burbans
and Lacs, mansions and b____es, money and weed A made life
is all I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm
thugging on the scene, n____ Whatcha dont believe, well
check the credents, they'll tell ya A n____s living
presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never
feel My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game
and get killed But reverse that s___ and hit the studio and
make a mill For real, I'm slanging platinum s___ until
I'm old and ill Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make
you feel what I say, I got time to parlay Chill off in the
bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that s___ no other way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life
[Mo B. d___] This is for the Burbans and the
Cadillac's With the tens and twelves b__pin in the
back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the
Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the
Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves
b__pin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Playa play on I can't hate you homie