
Burbons and Lacs Master P (Ft. Lil' Gotti Gambino, Mo B. Dick & Silkk the Shocker)
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[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumpin' 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 Bourbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin' doolamac
Slappin' skins, make dividends and riding with my straps
[Master P]
(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doja
Four niggas in the back screamin', "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 raced a Lexus
Called up Pimp C
Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps, and macks
With the Benz, makin' ends and them paper stacks
This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumpin' 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 Bourbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin' doolamac
Slappin' skins, make dividends and riding with my straps
[Master P]
(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doja
Four niggas in the back screamin', "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 raced a Lexus
Called up Pimp C
Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it
[Mo B. Dick]
This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs
With the tens and the twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps, and macks
With the Benz, makin' ends and them paper stacks
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