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Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Meal Ticket

[Master P]

My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,
I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane
Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,
I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I`m a balla!
Pushin in weight, from state to state,
Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it`s U.G.K.
Pimp C said, "P, what`s really goin on?"
I said what`s really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!"
Now P be dat new kid on the block
36 O-Z`s choppin up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,
Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya`ll thug niggas.
Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,
Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin
Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin
Used to drink 40s, now it`s mowhet
Used to roll cutlass, now it`s benzes and vets
?Becketts? on my fingaz, Rolex watches,
Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean pussy poppin
Label me an alien, just like Outkast
Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
Cause I`m bout it, ya`ll know I`m rowdy,
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya`ll doubt it
Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG
Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets

[Chorus:] Tryin to get a meal ticket [8X]

[8-ball]

8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,
These hoes can`t touch my pimpin
Mobbin through the swamp, P and me and G and U.G.K.
?Hustlin? as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say!

[MJG]

Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe
Construct the thinkin, we`re turnin` to duckies bankin`
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave

[8-ball]

Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em
Got a real nigga`s job, so damn hard tryin to play em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that`s what they gon pay me
Pimpin ain`t dead baby, just ask MJG

[MJG]

Who be I? MJG, he be me!
But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see?
One of us ??? when ya hungry, I do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,
About that money, where my ticket?

[Chorus (8X)]

[Pimp C]

Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I`m leanin` on the leather, and I`m grippin on the wood.
I`m feelin on the ??? ballin in the ?slant back?
I`m Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can`t leave my dick alone,
I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin ain`t dead, ya heard what I said,
How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head?
Lickin my ass if ??? be the deala

[??? (other dude from U.G.K.)]

Suck the nut up out a ??? bucket slow down suave nigga,
Now bitch I be the prison pushin` everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the
quarters
Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian
Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin`
In the Golden Gate, swish it out, holdin weight, I hits the block, I`m
rollin bait, Them fiends come out, they know they got to ?stole the case?
I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,
Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks
and choppas
Where we out?

[Chorus and fade]

 

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