Текст (слова) песни: Master P, RBL - Tryin` to Make a Dollar Out of 15 Cents

[Hook x3]
Tryin` to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
How come when I was down you wasn`t brown nosin`

[Master P]
See it`s a fucked up life that I`m livin` in
I slang cola cause I didn`t have no dividends
My baby mama stressin` she don`t wanna slang dope
The ghetto`s tryin` to kill me which way should I go
Now I`m on the corner takin` penitentiary chances
Even though there`s marks on my turf that can`t stand me
I think to myself, when should I leave
Too say fuck em` nigga till ya hit my weed
I guess I`m a G about my scrilla cause they bashin`
Crews know that P is quick to put em` in that casket
The game got me streesin` but the game gon` stress out
Even though the task just raid a nigga`s house
Took a loss in the game tryin` to bubble up
Find the P deep in the grind slangin` dope fiends double ups
And pretty soon I`ll be back to a whole thing
If I had to do it again I`d probably do the same thing

[Hook x3]

[RBL]
Man it ain`t nothin` but a thang to let ya nuts hang
Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang
I know it be like on, on my block
Niggas must be on the cell while another`s on the short stop
It won`t stop and it won`t quit
Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit
I`m kind of in a rush, it`s kind of like a must
To get some, in God we trust
Bein` broke sure ain`t no joke
I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf
Niggas be spendin` money like records
So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket
Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot
No playin` hoops, he ain`t gon` never see no signs or no quick loot
Dank costs ten and the drey costs five
So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch

[Hook x3]

[Master P]
Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight
Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight
But I ain`t trippin` off no hoochies with no lil` skirt
I`d rather deal with them turks, puttin` in work
They caught up in some dirt
Cause I`m the Ice Cream Man droppin` off hella loads
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road
Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick
But that`s gon` cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don`t go for free
It`s a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone
And if you ain`t spendin` bring yo broke ass on
Golds on my vehicle, fools they can`t see me though
Tens for twenty, that`s plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but cha` know I can`t fade ya
When you get cha` cash together call me on my pager
I`m stressin` off the game, I barely gets sleep
I just had to bail my lil` partner last week
In and out of aves gettin` chased by the 5-0
Gettin` my hustle on, a way of survival
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain`t goin` out without two stones to the head

[Hook to end]

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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, RBL - Tryin` to Make a Dollar Out of 15 Cents [Hook x3] Tryin` to make a dollar out of fifteen cents How come when I was down you wasn`t brown nosin` [Master P] See it`s a fucked up life that I`m livin` in I slang cola cause I didn`t have no dividends My baby mama stressin` she don`t wanna slang dope The ghetto`s tryin` to kill me which way should I go Now I`m on the corner takin` penitentiary chances Even though there`s marks on my turf that can`t stand me I think to myself, when should I leave Too say fuck em` nigga till ya hit my weed I guess I`m a G about my scrilla cause they bashin` Crews know that P is quick to put em` in that casket The game got me streesin` but the game gon` stress out Even though the task just raid a nigga`s house Took a loss in the game tryin` to bubble up Find the P deep in the grind slangin` dope fiends double ups And pretty soon I`ll be back to a whole thing If I had to do it again I`d probably do the same thing [Hook x3] [RBL] Man it ain`t nothin` but a thang to let ya nuts hang Cause in this game a million niggas tried to fuck the same thang I know it be like on, on my block Niggas must be on the cell while another`s on the short stop It won`t stop and it won`t quit Tell me another quick way for a nigga to check a grip, shit I`m kind of in a rush, it`s kind of like a must To get some, in God we trust Bein` broke sure ain`t no joke I barely got enough money to buy me a whole loaf Niggas be spendin` money like records So I move from Mike Chester to Girbaud pocket Cause a lesson is a nigga will shoot No playin` hoops, he ain`t gon` never see no signs or no quick loot Dank costs ten and the drey costs five So I gots have more in my pocket than a nickel and a dime, bitch [Hook x3] [Master P] Gold fronts in my mouth, hella dope and got my bags tight Bitches on my dick cause they know the P rags are tight But I ain`t trippin` off no hoochies with no lil` skirt I`d rather deal with them turks, puttin` in work They caught up in some dirt Cause I`m the Ice Cream Man droppin` off hella loads Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch I even got Rocky Road Take yo pick, I know you dope fiends wanna lick But that`s gon` cost you twenty bones in case you wanna hit I love you, you love me But this ice cream don`t go for free It`s a ten, twenty, fifty, hundred dollar sack or cone And if you ain`t spendin` bring yo broke ass on Golds on my vehicle, fools they can`t see me though Tens for twenty, that`s plenty meet me at the liquor store Fiends want credit but cha` know I can`t fade ya When you get cha` cash together call me on my pager I`m stressin` off the game, I barely gets sleep I just had to bail my lil` partner last week In and out of aves gettin` chased by the 5-0 Gettin` my hustle on, a way of survival And if I get caught I got play But I ain`t goin` out without two stones to the head [Hook to end] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Tryin` to Make a Dollar Out of 15 Cents: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/16641.html Все тексты песен: Master P, RBL » Master P, RBL - Tryin` to Make a Dollar Out of 15 Cents Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Береснев - Человек в сумасшедшем доме... » Вера Вотинцева - Кошка » Валерий Кузнецов - Метемпсихоз №2 » Валерий Сюткин, Браво - Мне хорошо рядом... » Валентин Вихорев - Старый город затих... » Владимир Высоцкий - Где-то там на озере... » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня о сумасшедшем доме » Владимир Качан, Леонид Филатов - Пушкин » Владимир Высоцкий - Ожидание » Владимир Высоцкий - Давно я понял: жить мы не смогли бы » Владимир Туриянский - Что делать, память » Вахтанг Кикабидзе - Мои года » Виталий Кульбакин - Диалог » Вера Матвеева - (стихотворение) » Владимир Муромцев - Вавилон » Владимир Высоцкий - Иван да Марья (песня из кинофильма "Иван » Владимир Ланцберг - Зеленый поезд » Вероника Долина - К крыжовнику » Витас - Лист осенний » Владимир Панов - Вы не ходите в дыры, дети!..
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