The Farm — текст песни (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

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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

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[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

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