Master P Lyrics: Bourbans And 'llacs Lyrics

Master P - Bourbans And 'llacs

[Featuring Lil' Gotti Gambino Mo B. Dick Silkk The Shocker]

[Mo B. Dick]

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players hustlas pimps and macks

With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players smokin doolamac

Slappin skins makin dividends and riding strapped

[Master P]

(Uhhhhhh) wood grain with the leather seats

Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me

Smokin on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit

soldiers!

True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of

cocaine

Hit interstate ten, to Texas

Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus

Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B

Twistin on some green spinach

And niggas still trippin, I aint dead, I'm still in it

[Mo B. Dick]

This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's

With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back

This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks

With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks

[Silkk The Shocker]

See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning

sideways

Today aint Friday, ten it is and today is my day

Take it from mister high spoke rider

Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver

Push the glock inside when I'm riding

Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third

Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb

A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch cant tell I'm off?

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls

And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot

Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot

Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga

Catch me spinnin, you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when

I was

finished

I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me

Thinkin he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you

know they

can't catch me

And if you see me chilling you can stop me

But i keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might

not be

This is for the playas

[Mo B. Dick]

Playa, play on

I can't hate you homie

Playa, play on

I can't hate you homie

[Lil' Gotti Gambino]

Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed

A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green

I'm thugging on the scene, nigga

Whatcha dont believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya

A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will

never feel

My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed

But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill

For

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