paroles de chanson The Farm - Master P
[Master
P
Talking]
You
know
what?
I
mean,
society
treat
me
like
I'm
a
insect
I'm
out
here
hustlin'
tryna
get
mine,
but
imagine
Where
I'm
from?
You
know
what
I'm
sayin?
Mama
wasn't
there,
Papa
wasn't
there,
I
had
to
get
out
There
and
get
it
how
I
live.
ya
heard
me?
Ha
Ha
[Chorus
4x]
Mama
gone,
Daddy
wasn't
home
Collard
greens
and
grits,
we
was
slangin
on
the
farm
[Master
P]
We
live
that
thug
life,
I
mean
that
drug
life
Cop
somethin,
flip
it
whodi,
I
mean
I'm
alright
I
got
my
own
paper,
I
learned
to
shake
a
hater
I'm
high
tech,
got
computers
in
the
navigator
And
I
be
droppin
keys,
lil
whodi,
smokin
weed
You
need
somethin,
holla
atcha
boy,
whatcha
need
You
know
I'm
ballin,
shot
callin
3rd
ward
Calliope,
whodi,
it's
New
Orleans
City
of
that
china
white,
I
got
my
game
tight
One
up
in
the
chamber,
slang
that
iron,
you
know
I
don't
fight
Big
Tyme
hitta
mane,
I
got
the
skrilla
mane
Step
on
my
toes
whodi,
and
I'ma
killa
mane
Represent
that
Boot
Camp,
don't
take
no
food
stamps
Catch
you
slippin
at
night,
and
leave
yo
head
damp
Cause
I'ma
tall
hitta,
and
ya'll
some
small
hittas
You
know
you
played
wit
fire,
now
you
gone
fall
hitta
[Chorus]
[Master
P]
Call
me
two
pistols,
I
make
that
chrome
whistle
I'm
like
Paul
Hardy,
I'm
in
yo
bone
gristle
I'm
not
a
doctor,
Professional
blocker
I
see
a
Vic
in
the
hood,
I
short
stop
ya
Now
get
the
car
whodi,
it's
time
to
gas
up
Grab
me
a
'K,
I
handle
my
business
and
I
mask
up
I'm
on
the
run
mane,
It
aint
no
fun
mane
Tryna
change
my
life
but
I'm
back,
to
doin
the
same
thang
Penitentiary
bounded,
but
well
grounded
Seven
years
later,
I'm
smilin
and
ya'll
frownin
[Chorus
until
end]
![Master P - Gameface](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
1 Take It Outside
2 Ghetto Ballin
3 Ooohhhwee
4 Real Love
5 We Want Dough
6 The Block
7 A Woman
8 Back on Top
9 The Farm
10 What I'm Bout
11 Whoadie Gone
12 I Don't
13 Rock It
14 Lose It and Get It Back
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