Tru (master P) - Anything Goes - Sözleri

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Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe

You don't know the game 'till you fuck

That's how it goes



[master p]

Young nigga tryin' to get rich

Posted up with this shit

On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit

Servin' the fiends the ice cream

You mean that crack



[king george]

Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat

Can he make it, will he fake it

Fiends call him betty crocker



[master p]

Cause he got the bacon



[big ed]

You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho

Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager

Cause it's all about the skrilla, nigga

Pockets gettin' bigga

Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger



[silkk]

Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them

Whatever it may be, everybody against them



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[master p]

Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa

But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas

If I were a football player, I'd probably be lawrence taylor

Blockin' these hatas off, be mad

Cause they know master p's got it goin' man

That's why I fuck your bitch, but she ain't shit

And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick

But you cause you lame

But like ice cube said, "let's cut out the little man"

You need an ounce of this real game

It ain't a thang to these tru niggas, cause we let our nuts hang

I got love for you, fool you got love for me

But there's always some sucker talkin' 'bout wrong p

You need to jump off that glass dick

You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch

You want it cooked

I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh

Cause that hoe shit won't last



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[king george]

Comin' from the bayou, a triple by the dosage

Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches

We flip g's, no good deeds

Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's

Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead

King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch

Flip pure game, like the og's taught me

Tryin' spit game when I'm talkin' on a for-ty



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[big ed]

It's nothin' but the g in me

I have a question

Big ed is on a funky g lesson

Now, how many g's in the house tonight

And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight

It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by

I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me

Nigga, cause big ed be like tru to it

Always wearin' nikes' cause I just do it

Got more bounce to the ounce

Get you drunk like some liquor

Gotta ? ? ? 

Cause he's rollin' on my ? ? ? , like a weather got my action

Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was micheal jackson

So nigga

Who ride, I ride, slide



[master p]

But they can't touch ya



[big ed]

With my tru niggas on my side



[master p]

And you know I got 5 on it

But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie



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[silkk]

A nigga tip toe through the do'

You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo'

So I had to get low

And niggas lookin' shady

I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older

Y'all bitches better pay me

You want me to say it's all good in my hood

Well I can't

And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin'

Cause it ain't

I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin'

Seems I caught a flat, so silkk started 3-wheelin'



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