[Max Minelli] *Spoken*
So cold
Niggas so throwed
Young Max Minelli, nigga
One of Louisiana`s finest
Check it,
Lone Star muthafuckin` Ridaz
Right chea
Young Happy P, SPM, Dope House 2000
Dope still sellin` itself, nigga
Pass what you ask
And we want mill. tickets, nigga
Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand
In small face hundred dollar bills
And one hundred thousand in quarters
Them 2000 quarters
Millennium shit
What the fuck is you trippin` fo`, nigga?
[Baby Beesh]
The whole world wanna rumble
Hatas spittin` in my Gumbo
Tumble or even stumble, don`t let that ball fumble
Pay attention to my bumble
Hustle ‘till I pull a muscle
Hot as El Segundo when I`m comin` wit my thunder
Lettin` off a whole clip-a
Kick a door when I enter
Monumental
Known to chop a muthafucka for a pinna
Trigger finger got a splinter
You talkin` shit again-a?
I`ll grab a switch and beat yo ass with an antenna
I`m a cold piece of worker
Blastin` wit my bazerka, bazooka Dope House trooper
So now you know the scoop-a
Cook it up like Betty Crocker
Quicker than Marshall Focker
Monster, like Chubaca
Sorry nigga, sianora
(Chorus)
[Baby Beesh]
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
So what you trippin` fo`
[Happy P]
Now I`ma tell you like I told you before
Fuck a pig, fuck a hoe, and fuck federal
Niggas and bitches start to trip when yo boy get the dough
Fool, I`ma go wild when my money get low
I heard you got some cash, but man we got more
Niggas in my face, swearin` to God they can flow
But nigga, I ain`t trippin`, but I ain`t tryin` to hear that
Fuck all the yappin` homie, show me where the weed at
So I can cut the sweets, and taste the weed smoke
I got big plans wit me and Max and C-Loc
See we gon` wreck the game, and we gon` make a killin`
When I was 16, I was hurtin` niggas` feelings
Foreal (foreal)
(Chorus)
[Baby Beesh]
So you made a little money, oh wow!
What the fuck yo punk ass fidna do now?
I`ve invested more money (more money)
In a crackhead`s dream
Remember back as a fiend, when I was lackin` the green
But now I`m playin` both sides of the fence
Pullin` licks, no fingerprints so no evidence
Ever since I was a youngster (youngster)
all I ever wanted to be was a hustler (hustler)
Cyber space, desperado
Hollow tips in my wallow
Guero about dinero
But swallow Tequila bottle
Follow my lead, huh
Follow my lead, huh
Beesh and Happy P fin ta make the block bleed, huh
(Chorus)
