ft problem eastwood master p – like whaaa (ft. problem & eastwood) – master p lyrics
who dat, talking bout, who dat
run upon me, you get your -ss beat blue black
go on get nerve i’m off the curb
push mountains of herb, you n-gg-s already heard
the blue bird, keep a pistol gripped pump
on his lap at all time,
whatever hollywood, cause young n-gg-s stay tryin
see em and be like huh, n-gg-, what?
huh, give a f-ck like whaa
on my way, smash the dash
hop up in my lane, she be lookin way different
through these thousand dollars frames
millionaire mind, f-ck a thousand dollars brain
thousand dollar lame only get loud around this gang -ss n-gg-, -ss n-gg-
compton, you ain’t gotta ask n-gg-
floating through the city like i’m on a raft n-gg-
mike vic with the sh-t, i don’t need a p-ss n-gg-
like what that sh-t do, yeah
[hook]
i’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
banging my game like uh
go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
cause we gonna be like huh, n-gg- what,
huh, give a f-ck, n-gg- whaat
huh, n-gg- what,
huh, give a f-ck, n-gg- whaat
me and problem getting paid
but i don’t f-ck with your broke hoes n-gg-s or you haters
let d, out with the motherf-cking lay
cause i represent the street, no limit is the label
throw your hoods up, motherf-cker where you from
we in this b-tch deep and it can get dumb
n-gg-s in the back, motherf-cking pop bottles
chasin bad b-tches and a n-gg- join dollars
louie v down from my head to my toes
see murder in the pen, hit it i ain’t getinn swol
never gave a f-ck bout them n-gg-s wanna hate
keep the choppa in the car, case a n-gg- wanna play
she showed me the t-tties, call a b-tch dolly
i know she a freak, cause she gone off molly
plus she want 60 when i’m riding in the ghost
you ain’t bout here n-gg- better walk slow
against mo
[hook]
i’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
banging my game like uh
go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
cause we gonna be like huh, n-gg- what,
huh, give a f-ck, n-gg- whaat
huh, n-gg- what,
huh, give a f-ck, n-gg- whaat
it’s eastie when i kick it beastie, you don’t hear it though
when i hit the dough, the hoes h-t the floor like mop and glow
drop em get this thang, but with all do respect
the beast set to flippin and kill it just for the set
shout out my n-gg- luck, diamond is …
west coast bad boys, it’s time for a spot change
and lay the city where it pop and it bang bang
hollywood clubbin got it poppin like it’s soul train
broke clowns rather hate before they catch a face
so i ball hard on the suckers and then i threw some jays
louie v st-tch with the louie bandannie
hoppin out the drop, new louie lamborghini
i’m on a mission for the paper
if a n-gg- try to play with the paper
then i’ma grave em
put em on a list of the cowards who owe me favors
yeah i’m out to get them fake -ss haters who never paid us like
[hook]
i’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
banging my game like uh
go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
cause we gonna be like huh, n-gg- what,
huh, give a f-ck, n-gg- whaat
huh, n-gg- what,
huh, give a f-ck, n-gg- whaat.
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