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Some information about Bourbans and Llacs Lyrics Title: Master P - Bourbans and Llacs lyrics Artist: Master P Album: Ghetto D Visitors: 13 visitors have visited Bourbans and Llacs Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac s With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac s With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac Slappin skins makin dividends and riding strapped [Master P] (Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin on that doshia four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame stopped in the projects sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C did a song last week with my nigga Bun B Twistin on some green spinach And niggas still trippin I aint dead I m still in it [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac s With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks [Silkk The Shocker] See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways Today aint Friday ten it is and today is my day Take it from mister high spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver diver Push the glock inside when I m riding Flossing down the block holla at my boys up in the third Got the latest word swerve to the side of the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him I said bitch cant tell I m off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls And then I burst up out the block dropped the top cause it was hot Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow abouts to plot Spin donuts you know I m macking a straight up nigga Catch me spinnin you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished I seen five-O and man he tried to sweat me Thinkin he d be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can t catch me And if you see me chilling you can stop me But i keep that glock 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be This is for the playas [Mo B. Dick] Playa play on I can t hate you homie Playa play on I can t hate you homie [Lil Gotti Gambino] Burbans and Lacs mansions and bitches money and weed A made life is all I dream paper chasing for that green I m thugging on the scene nigga Whatcha dont believe well check the credents they ll tell ya A niggas living presidential I m on the level that you bustas will never feel My daughter thought I d get caught up in the game and get killed But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill For real I m slanging platinum shit until I m old and ill Lil Gotti I m gonna make you feel what I say I got time to parlay Chill off in the bay smoke some hay I wouldn t have that shit no other way The made life the game tight No Limit for life [Mo B. Dick] This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac s With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac s With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players smokin doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks Playa play on I can t hate you homie Hottest songs from Master P : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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