Master P - Boonapalist lyrics

(feat. D.I.G., Ms. Peaches) [MP] You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing? [Ms] You ready for the whole thing? [MP] sh**, you ain't gon' change on a n***a ha? [Ms] Tchk, no [MP] I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me? [Ms] That's straight [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them n***az, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them n***az, you mine My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullsh** or stunt See I make my money, every first of the month If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist A couple of million in the bank, damn we the sh** Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool Cause you know them n***az think we rich they gon' act a f**in fool [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them n***az, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them n***az, you mine [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [D.I.G.] Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady I just ask your name, I never say "Yo whazzup baby?" because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu Girl you keep it real with me and look I keep it real with you too Boo All of these feelings I'm holdin inside Some feelings I can never hide I never keep a secret or tell a lie I'ma let you shine all the time And when you roll through the ghetto let them n***az know that you mine, ya heard me? [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them n***az, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them n***az, you mine [Ms. Peaches] You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy All I want.. is for us, to be, together No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P] My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me? My boonapalist -- every thug need one That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me? Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me? That's a boonapalist, that's what I need That's what I need a boonapalist But all the homies out there If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me? That's that boonapalist love, ya heard me?