Master P lyrics
Master P lyrics
"Trick Or Treat Whodi lyrics"
I'm Sorry lyrics
(Ellas McDaniel/Harvey Fuqua/Alan Freed) 1958I'm sorry,Oh, I'm sorry,Oh baby, I'm sorry,For the things I said to you.You know I love you,You know I care,With you, my new heart I want to share,Darling I need you,With all your heart and soul,To know that I want you, and I'll never let you go,
(feat. Slay Sean)(Ellas McDaniel/Harvey Fuqua/Alan Freed) 1958I'm sorry,Oh, I'm sorry,Oh baby, I'm sorry,For the things I said to you.You know I love you,You know I care,With you, my new heart I want to share,Darling I need you,With all your heart and soul,To know that I want you, and I'll never let you go,
[woman SCREAMING]
[Master P]
Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH!
WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi?
I'm right 'cross the street whodi
And I think I seen the beast whodi!
[Master P]
It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once
I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt
My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat [ROWR!]
Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back
Ran up the block it was like a movie
I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a j
1959 lyrics
He'd Brycreamed his hair and straightened his tie When he walked out the dorr he'd kiss his mother goodbye He's got the keys to his father's FJ He's taking out Jenny it's their first date He knocks on her door and he can hear his heart pound Her father appears and looks him up and down He said 'Jen won't be long so you
acuzziHe'd Brycreamed his hair and straightened his tie When he walked out the dorr he'd kiss his mother goodbye He's got the keys to his father's FJ He's taking out Jenny it's their first date He knocks on her door and he can hear his heart pound Her father appears and looks him up and down He said 'Jen won't be long so you
I knocked on the doors [DING-DONG] and it broke the mirror [CRASH]
I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??)
It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up
Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck
[engine revs] Headed to the club, the party's off the hook
Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook
He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you
Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*}
Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines
Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime
I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve
And I'm thinkin to myse
All My Ghosts lyrics
If I could live to be several hundred I could take a walk and really wander Really wonder All my ghosts on every sea in every land Who needs that now? (3x) Have you heard about the heavenly angels How they came to earth and met some ladies With whom they mated? And their young became giants every one Who needs that now?
f, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans?If I could live to be several hundred I could take a walk and really wander Really wonder All my ghosts on every sea in every land Who needs that now? (3x) Have you heard about the heavenly angels How they came to earth and met some ladies With whom they mated? And their young became giants every one Who needs that now?
Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad
Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag
[Chorus]
[Slay Sean]
Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime
Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine
It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time
Thugs move, no rules bottom line
You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*}
Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine
Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg
October 31st niggaz need to be caged
No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force
Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts
It's the way
American Made lyrics
Give me some antiseptic To wash this headache away Give me a syringe To inject the pain Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd rather be creepy and very strange Give me a cake that I can mix and bake In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break Bake it up and we will Stab Stab Stab Come on, don't b
of life, payback's a bitch, pay the priceGive me some antiseptic To wash this headache away Give me a syringe To inject the pain Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd rather be creepy and very strange Give me a cake that I can mix and bake In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break Bake it up and we will Stab Stab Stab Come on, don't b
Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice
When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life
You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight
Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night
Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Trick or TREAT, kiddies!
Bout to deliver the mail once again
"Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH!
I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY
Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha)
Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat!
Junebug, you better take that mask off
and get your little bitch-ass inside!