The Game - Put It On P's lyrics

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The Game - Put It On P's lyrics

[Verse 1: Bad Seed] Put it on P's, put it on P's Put it on P's, b**h I put it on P's Burgundy Chucks, burgundy strings b**h I'm so blean, I'm a dog, no fleas We run DMC these hoes, that's no strings Word around town, now [?] 500 Block, got it tatted on a sleeve Bandana, right side, swinging onto my knees And the hood turnt up, just me and YG's M'bixteen, I'm looking like a marine See my enemies, squeeze on my enemies Serve a b**h n***a and anybody they bring And I got crack, I still be serving the feinds I'm still keeping it hood in five dollar white tees In the hood with a dollar and a dream I could turn a token to ticket, Chuck E. Cheese, and I [Hook] Put it on P's (x9) [Verse 2: The Game] I'm a Piru, yeah Imma die too Imma take the fade if you 6'9" or 5'2" That's on Seeder, matter of fact Beeder Tuck in that Desert Eagle cause the night I might need her Step up out the crib, my khakis, my wife beater Pull up on the set, texts that you're on your cheerleader Cincinnati snapback, Gucci bandana Put that on P's, I grew up in Santana Raised by the twins, one died, one in the pen So I followed by brother, crossed the tracks, got jumped in Now it's, my brothers keep up, put that on Seeder Had more white than Justin Bieber since n***as just rocking [?] We rocking deep cause they see them pull up in burgundy jeeps and Creeping, no defense, they shoot one out, throw up the P, blood Riding down Central [?] With [?] on P's, on P's [Hook] [Verse 3: Bad Seed] Feelin go get some trees, from the homie from Trees The homie pa**ed me the b**h, the b**h pa**ed me the weed f** her so good, have her chunking up P's Never lied on my dick, and that's on P's Put it on P's, put it on P's Put it on P's, b**h I put it on P's OGE! my team, and your b**h Team C Snatch a n***a b**h then snatch a n***a bling Watches and rings, we rob a n***a for bling Anything goes, [?] Shout out little homies, I put them under my wing Doing big sh**, better get your DP So I keep it gangster like the homie Big Steve P-Funk, no cut, n***a this ain't [?] H's on H's on H's, we on the seams f** with Compton Crips too that be repping them two C's, and I [Hook] [Bridge] From the HHP's, to CAP's To the LPP's, to the MOB's To the LHP's, to the ESP's Real Bompton city G's, my n***as know what I mean [Hook]