Master P - Still A G Thang lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my Lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? *Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* *Repeats throughout intro* [Yeah it's still a G thang] It's time for all the lowriders out there Yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on Hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes Yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like Four DPG's gettin' crazy & No Limit is the label that pays me! Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie & I remember what my momma showed me Told me game recognize game & stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder How I keep from goin' under I'm a bad muthaf**a I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to g**n See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway b**h anyway You can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know & P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers And the b**hes. f** you R&B singers She want a n***a with his khackies hangin' real low In a black rag Sixty-four hmm Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean Bangin' that real sh** n***a like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB Forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bullsh** And when it's time for the gunfight n***a pull quick Cause ain't nothin' bu*ter but us And n***a you'll get wet up for f**in' with my cheddar It's cold outside n***a grab ya sweater And that bad b**h you f**in' with n***a she get ya set up *Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* Boy you done put all ya trust in that ho Didn't ya see what happened to the President n***aro Livin' in a tight house big as the White House You f**ed around & stuck ya dick In that white b**h mouth What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South And to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the ho stroll highway pimp patrol Put ya cuffs on ya girl n***a let her off parole Man n***a way cold with his game What's his muthaf**in' name? Who me? I'm the capital S I don't f** with stress N double O-P D-O muthaf**in double G Coldest entertainer g**ner since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me n***as try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe Spread the word and take the fo' door The Last Don done hooked up with the muthaf**in' King of the coast with the most here's a toast And Snoop Dogg is the representer Through the n***as & G's through the LBC's And the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house Everytime we touch down right next to my hometown D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie] Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas Home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot Gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya n***a I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot And got the b**hes posted up in the parkin' lot And guess what she want the n***a with the biggest nuts [Who dat?] A n***a who don't give a f** Ya see n***as like me all we see is Money, power moves, and a b**h a week And last but not least my n***a *D-O-C* Much love from the N.O. my n***a Feel me? And my little cousin D-A-Z forever n***a This DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E You know where I'm at n***a holla at me Get at me holla at me n***a holla at a dogg that's real Y'all n***as know what's happenin' It's still a [DPG] thang It's still a G thang *Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* *Repeats 'til end with adlibs*