paroles de chanson Meal Ticket - Master P
[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
Album
I'm Bout It
1 Meal Ticket
2 Situation On Dirty
3 What Cha Think
4 Come On
5 Dont Mess Around
6 Faces of Death
7 Down & Dirty
8 Much Love
9 Pushin Inside You
10 Before I Die
11 For Realz
12 Lock Down
13 Heat
14 Murder Murder
15 Ride 4U
16 That Thing Is On
17 Who's Who
18 Cops Runnin After Ya
19 Game Tight
20 Why They Wanna See Me Dead
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