Yappin' Lyrics
| Song | Yappin' |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Ghetto Bill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Miller, Twillie | |
| Man you need to cut all that woofin out | |
| Either you from the hood or you ain't from the hood | |
| But if you ain't from the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT) | |
| Cause ******z gon expose these fake ******z[Chorus: Halleluyah] | |
| Don't make me put my hands on you ******, | |
| I'ma show you what | |
| I'm boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out | |
| Knocked the ****** out, knocked the ****** out | |
| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out | |
| Don't make me put my hands on you ******, | |
| I'ma show you what | |
| I'm boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out | |
| Knocked the ****** out, knocked the ****** out | |
| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the ****** out[Master P] | |
| Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck | |
| Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up | |
| I see you fake ass twisted ******z straight to the sideand can't even look a real ****** straight in the eye | |
| Screamin "Bust a ****** head" but real killers don't talk | |
| You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act | |
| See, you and your click don't wanna face me ****** | |
| I'll detroit indiana ****** pace ya ****** | |
| Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote | |
| Show you what | |
| Shaq shoulda did to | |
| KobeSlap him in his mouth, ****** ****** | |
| Jerry Buss | |
| That fool still talkin, beat his ************ ass up | |
| You a rookie under me so respect your elders | |
| Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous | |
| The New No | |
| Limit, we ain't scared to go to war | |
| Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car[Chorus][Master P] | |
| You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones | |
| I'm a New | |
| No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm | |
| See you puh puh poolay, ****** what you say | |
| We get to stomping like soldiers in | |
| Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club | |
| You don't give a ****** then throw your hood up | |
| I got a couple screws missing, they say | |
| I talk in my sleep | |
| I'm addicted to money and ************ but | |
| I love the freaks | |
| You don't wanna run up on a ****** in the club | |
| When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz | |
| See, I'm a fool ******, break the rules ****** | |
| I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you ****** | |
| See, I'm a b | |
| East boy, | |
| I'm from the streets boy | |
| You could knuckle up but | |
| Drumma got that heat boy | |
| I mean the feet boy, | |
| I'm Pistol | |
| Pete boyStop screamin mother******, you ain't me boy[Chorus][Young Buck + (Master P)](Where you at Buck?) | |
| We got the ************ spot poppin and the dice game crackin | |
| Got some hustlers with some birds and some young ******z jackin | |
| This the hood baby, white t-************rts and the khakis | |
| Stomp stompin in my | |
| G-Units still | |
| Cadillac'n | |
| P, you know | |
| I been waiting to push a line with you dawg | |
| P, uou know | |
| I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg | |
| I'm on the grey goose, | |
| Huey Lewis | |
| Black Panther ************t | |
| The whole club pumping they fist but here we go | |
| It's No Limit up in here, ************ you got damn right (************ you got damn right) | |
| We gonna act like | |
| C-Murder just got out of jail tonight | |
| Oh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something rough | |
| Take it back to the streets ******, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh) | |
| So me and | |
| Silkk The | |
| Shocker in a black | |
| ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper | |
| No matter what | |
| I been through, my bank account got it | |
| ****** them other ******z cause we still bout it bout it[Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Brown, Miller, Twillie | |
| Man you need to cut all that woofin out | |
| Either you from the hood or you ain' t from the hood | |
| But if you ain' t from the hood, don' t be actin like you from the hood NEW NO LIMIT | |
| Cause z gon expose these fake z Chorus: Halleluyah | |
| Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
| I' ma show you what | |
| I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
| Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
| Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
| I' ma show you what | |
| I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
| Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out Master P | |
| Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck | |
| Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up | |
| I see you fake ass twisted z straight to the sideand can' t even look a real straight in the eye | |
| Screamin " Bust a head" but real killers don' t talk | |
| You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act | |
| See, you and your click don' t wanna face me | |
| I' ll detroit indiana pace ya | |
| Cause I' m crazy like my dad, a wild coyote | |
| Show you what | |
| Shaq shoulda did to | |
| KobeSlap him in his mouth, | |
| Jerry Buss | |
| That fool still talkin, beat his ass up | |
| You a rookie under me so respect your elders | |
| Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous | |
| The New No | |
| Limit, we ain' t scared to go to war | |
| Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car Chorus Master P | |
| You can' t live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones | |
| I' m a New | |
| No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm | |
| See you puh puh poolay, what you say | |
| We get to stomping like soldiers in | |
| Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club | |
| You don' t give a then throw your hood up | |
| I got a couple screws missing, they say | |
| I talk in my sleep | |
| I' m addicted to money and but | |
| I love the freaks | |
| You don' t wanna run up on a in the club | |
| When I' m gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz | |
| See, I' m a fool , break the rules | |
| I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you | |
| See, I' m a b | |
| East boy, | |
| I' m from the streets boy | |
| You could knuckle up but | |
| Drumma got that heat boy | |
| I mean the feet boy, | |
| I' m Pistol | |
| Pete boyStop screamin mother, you ain' t me boy Chorus Young Buck Master P Where you at Buck? | |
| We got the spot poppin and the dice game crackin | |
| Got some hustlers with some birds and some young z jackin | |
| This the hood baby, white t rts and the khakis | |
| Stomp stompin in my | |
| GUnits still | |
| Cadillac' n | |
| P, you know | |
| I been waiting to push a line with you dawg | |
| P, uou know | |
| I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg | |
| I' m on the grey goose, | |
| Huey Lewis | |
| Black Panther t | |
| The whole club pumping they fist but here we go | |
| It' s No Limit up in here, you got damn right you got damn right | |
| We gonna act like | |
| CMurder just got out of jail tonight | |
| Oh, we came to start a fight, break ' em off something rough | |
| Take it back to the streets , make ' em say ughh Make ' em say ughh | |
| So me and | |
| Silkk The | |
| Shocker in a black | |
| ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper | |
| No matter what | |
| I been through, my bank account got it | |
| them other z cause we still bout it bout it Chorus |
| zuò cí : Brown, Miller, Twillie | |
| Man you need to cut all that woofin out | |
| Either you from the hood or you ain' t from the hood | |
| But if you ain' t from the hood, don' t be actin like you from the hood NEW NO LIMIT | |
| Cause z gon expose these fake z Chorus: Halleluyah | |
| Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
| I' ma show you what | |
| I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
| Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
| Don' t make me put my hands on you , | |
| I' ma show you what | |
| I' m boutKeep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out | |
| Knocked the out, knocked the out | |
| Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out Master P | |
| Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck | |
| Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up | |
| I see you fake ass twisted z straight to the sideand can' t even look a real straight in the eye | |
| Screamin " Bust a head" but real killers don' t talk | |
| You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act | |
| See, you and your click don' t wanna face me | |
| I' ll detroit indiana pace ya | |
| Cause I' m crazy like my dad, a wild coyote | |
| Show you what | |
| Shaq shoulda did to | |
| KobeSlap him in his mouth, | |
| Jerry Buss | |
| That fool still talkin, beat his ass up | |
| You a rookie under me so respect your elders | |
| Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous | |
| The New No | |
| Limit, we ain' t scared to go to war | |
| Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car Chorus Master P | |
| You can' t live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones | |
| I' m a New | |
| No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm | |
| See you puh puh poolay, what you say | |
| We get to stomping like soldiers in | |
| Peru BayReal thugs get it crunk in the club | |
| You don' t give a then throw your hood up | |
| I got a couple screws missing, they say | |
| I talk in my sleep | |
| I' m addicted to money and but | |
| I love the freaks | |
| You don' t wanna run up on a in the club | |
| When I' m gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz | |
| See, I' m a fool , break the rules | |
| I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you | |
| See, I' m a b | |
| East boy, | |
| I' m from the streets boy | |
| You could knuckle up but | |
| Drumma got that heat boy | |
| I mean the feet boy, | |
| I' m Pistol | |
| Pete boyStop screamin mother, you ain' t me boy Chorus Young Buck Master P Where you at Buck? | |
| We got the spot poppin and the dice game crackin | |
| Got some hustlers with some birds and some young z jackin | |
| This the hood baby, white t rts and the khakis | |
| Stomp stompin in my | |
| GUnits still | |
| Cadillac' n | |
| P, you know | |
| I been waiting to push a line with you dawg | |
| P, uou know | |
| I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg | |
| I' m on the grey goose, | |
| Huey Lewis | |
| Black Panther t | |
| The whole club pumping they fist but here we go | |
| It' s No Limit up in here, you got damn right you got damn right | |
| We gonna act like | |
| CMurder just got out of jail tonight | |
| Oh, we came to start a fight, break ' em off something rough | |
| Take it back to the streets , make ' em say ughh Make ' em say ughh | |
| So me and | |
| Silkk The | |
| Shocker in a black | |
| ImpalaBurnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper | |
| No matter what | |
| I been through, my bank account got it | |
| them other z cause we still bout it bout it Chorus |
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