Текст песни Master P - The Farm
Master P - The Farm слова песни
[Master P Talking]You know what?I mean, society treat me like I`m a insectI`m out here hustlin` tryna get mine, but imaginewhere I`m from? You know what I`m sayin?Mama wasn`t there, Papa wasn`t there, I had to get outthere and get it how I live. ya heard me?Ha Ha[chorus]4xMama gone, Daddy wasn`t homeCollard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm[Master P]We live that thug life, I mean that drug lifeCop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I`m alrightI got my own paper, I learned to shake a haterI`m high tech, got computers in the navigatorAnd I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weedYou need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha needYou know I`m ballin, shot callin3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it`s New OrleansCity of that china white, I got my game tightOne up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don`t fightBig Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla maneStep on my toes whodi, and I`ma killa maneRepresent that Boot Camp, don`t take no food stampsCatch you slippin at night, and leave yo head dampCause I`ma tall hitta, and ya`ll some small hittasYou know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta[chorus][Master P]Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistleI`m like Paul Hardy, I`m in yo bone gristleI`m not a doctor, Professional blockerI see a Vic in the hood, I short stop yaNow get the car whodi, it`s time to gas upGrab me a `K, I handle my business and I mask upI`m on the run mane, It aint no fun maneTryna change my life but I`m back, to doin the same thangPenitentiary bounded, but well groundedSeven years later, I`m smilin and ya`ll frownin[chorus] until end