Master P - 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks lyrics

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Master P - 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks lyrics

Yeah.. [Hook - 2x] We riding 20's on the cars, and 26's on the trucks And everybody digging us, it ain't no limit to the bucks We making noise in the game, to let 'em know we coming up And haters moving out the way, they know they don't wan' play with us [Curren$y] Hot Spitter man, pockets only fifty grand Riding a big body Impala, me and my partna Stan 20 inch rims, keep 'em spinning like a ceiling fan Haters goal tending, trying to get me out my figgas man But they can't get the man (no), can't hit the man Even them NBA dudes, can't stick the man Women crowd around me, paparazzi taking pictures man Catch me on the lot, at 3-1-0 I'm fitting get it man Curren$y got plenty money, to stack up And plenty burners too, in case you dudes wanna act up Play with me or my crew, and we'll be picking them gats up And have you on your celly, calling homies for back up And I don't think, you really want it to come to that Stunting for that crowd whodi, you better shut your trap But I ain't really coming, hunting for no drama I just wan' hit the club, and leave with your baby mama [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Romeo] 20's on the Bentley, 26's on the Lac truck If the coppers stop me, I'm probably gon get hand cuffed Cause I'm underage but, never under paid I'm making maximum wage, it's Richie Rich I got it made They call me Romeo, big game plenty do' You can't hold me so let me go, I got talent and that's fa sho Ask about the kid, and they'll tell you that dude can flow And when I'm done with school, I'll be hooping up in the pros Whoa No Limit boys we, be ramming our cars up Tearing malls up, spinning thousands at Toys-R-Us Nobody else who's in the game, go as hard as us There's no one as large as us, you don't wanna start with us I'ma grow up by kids, to grown women Every week they watching my show, on television They gotta love it they know, the boy's winning The girlies keep grinning, my rims they keep spinning [Hook - 2x] [Master P] I'ma tell you like this, keep your eye on your chick Cause her eyes on my wrist, and these boys that I'm with The girls like me, whodi I don't blame em I'm in the Guinness Book of Records, for the richest entertainer Call me the Ghetto Bill Gates, cause they system can't change us Had money and cars, way before I was famous I'm in the pros, but I can buy the team I got two made-by's, one blue the other green If it ain't riding spinners, then you know I can't roll And if I had it over a month, then I let my cousin hold it I'm the first one on Cribs, with a house with gold ceilings Got a truck lowered Bentleys, cause that's how I'm living In the winter pull the trucks out, the summer it's the drop top Chinchilla on my clothes, got a million in the watch [Liberty] Hey move out the way, I'm ready to cause havoc Me and my soldiers be balling, while most of y'all acting I leave cats distracted, sticking like magnets I'm the shorty from the Philippines, the main attraction Holding up in fly whips, switching every other day No Limit girls ball, like the WNBA right [Hook - 2x] We riding g'eah