Master P - Ghost lyrics

[Chorus] 160 when I ride by Haters looking at me, through they side eye Cause I be doing the most Riding in the ghost You f**ing with the master You f**ing with the master You f**ing with the master In that white ghost, I call that b**h Casper [Master P] Street n***az, I'm your antidote f** bad b**hes, eat a lot of cantaloup Uh, country boy with my Ray-Bans Tell a motherf**er in my ear, it go bang mayn From the hood, but a n***a made a lot of money Moved to California, cause the sh** hella-sunny Couple of chubby rappers, even some snow bunnies But a n***a like me, keep it one hunnid f** a 401K, I got a mill plan R.I.P. to all them n***az, that I know got k**ed man I'm on the block 45, and I keep it co*ked I'm a outlaw, n***a call me 2Pac I'm a pharmacist, work in my tube socks I got two chains, and I got two glocks Rasta' man, deliver and I smoke weed All my bad b**hes, get em from overseas 75 million sold, I ain't done yet Came back to the game, ask em where the blunt at Any moment, they ain't wanna front that Call a n***a Michael J., sh** it's a come back In that white b**h, call that b**h Casper White folks see me, and they call a n***a master I got a lot of paper, and I made a lot of change But it's alright motherf**er, I'd never change the Gift [Chorus] [Romeo] You now f**ing with the master's son Hip-Hop royalty, ask what's up Boy touch me, it's a ma**acre I got your baby mama screaming, I got asthma Put the ghost on a yacht, to take it overseas Hundred M's in a swisha, to a hundred ki's To keep it real, I ain't gotta work again n***a That's why I come on these rap tracks, occasionally At the age of 10, I made more money to purchase And I'm probably somewhere in Haiti, with honeys and super models Haters I can't describe em, who give a f** about em My whip two tone, kinda like my po' homes Panorama sunroof, just to feel cool Ma**ages in the back, just to feel different I'm in South Paris, with my French girl Her homegirl, like ask for the whip girl I'm so New Orleans man [Chorus]