Master P Lyrics
Master P Lyrics
"Poppin' Them Collars Lyrics"
Crying (Duet with Kd Lang) Lyrics
Roy Orbison Roy: I was all right for a while I could smile for a while KD: But I saw you last night You held my hand so tight When you stopped to say hello Roy: You wished me well You couldn't tell that I've been crying over you,
Roy Orbison Roy: I was all right for a while I could smile for a while KD: But I saw you last night You held my hand so tight When you stopped to say hello Roy: You wished me well You couldn't tell that I've been crying over you,
[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars]
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got the platinum chain
B
Restless Lyrics
(Shelby Lynne - Jamie O'Hara - Brent Maher) Chorus Restless, so restless Missin' you a baby Is a makin' me a crazy and blue Restless, so restless Sittin' here wishin' I was huggin' and a kissin' on you Well, I wake up every hour On the hour every night Countin' down the minutes Til you're here to
lang, blang Doggy's Angel's same thang(Shelby Lynne - Jamie O'Hara - Brent Maher) Chorus Restless, so restless Missin' you a baby Is a makin' me a crazy and blue Restless, so restless Sittin' here wishin' I was huggin' and a kissin' on you Well, I wake up every hour On the hour every night Countin' down the minutes Til you're here to
Eastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane
[Master P & Snoop together]
Cause game recognize game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang
[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin' collar till ya break ya back loc
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
[Master P]
Ah dog we off the heezy
Snoop and P together for cheesy
Poppin' collars from the South to the Wizest
Rising, setting, been trying to get into the sun, yeah. Wanting, getting, gonna' get more, baby, when I'm done. All my life I had been waiting, then you turn me on. Now there'll be no hesitating, I'm getting into the sun. Growing, knowing, you learn more everyday, yeah. Needing, succeeding, sun, don't go away.<
We O.G. show me love
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac
And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll up to Eastside back to the West
Represent Richmond, California to the South, respect
[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]
[Snoop]
I'll bless you before I diss you
Y'all miss me, shit I miss
Dance With The Dead Lyrics
[music: Joey Vera, lyrics: James Rivera] You have a heart of steel and a soul of fire A distorted point of view You were chasing a dream reaching for the stars But you never followed through Prepare yourself to take the fall You'll feel the pain, you'll feel it all You've slammed yourself against the wall You
ou[music: Joey Vera, lyrics: James Rivera] You have a heart of steel and a soul of fire A distorted point of view You were chasing a dream reaching for the stars But you never followed through Prepare yourself to take the fall You'll feel the pain, you'll feel it all You've slammed yourself against the wall You
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put chu' up on it
On the corners they poppin' they collars
While back in the days, shit niggas used to stack they dollars
Make a nigga wanna holler
Playas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonators
Real rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulators
Haters come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But we on top of thangs so they can't get above us
Hate us or love us, we rollin' with the heat huggers
Thuggers, house party niggas fuck clubbers
With anine in my pockets, poppin' my collar pushin' and shovin'
[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade]