Kane & Abel - Green, Cornbread & Cabbage
featuring Master P and Prime Suspects [Master P] What's up niggas and bitches (ugh) We ain't no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no rookies at making fame) Fetti nigga (fetti) that's why I'm gon' call this fedex (fedex) It's all about moola (moola) that money (money) scrilla (scrilla) All mighty motherfucking dollar (all mighty dollar) Hundreds (hundreds) thousands (thousands) millions (millions) and trillions (trillions) We got this shit sewed up nigga (sewed up) From the south (from the south) to the midwest (to the midwest) To the west (to the west coast) to the east coast (to the east coast) Y'all know how to get yo scrilla (y'all know how to get yo scrilla) Hoes in the club showing love ask Tela I got hoes on the beeper just like mosquitoes Niggas want to fuck with the P I'm making scrilla (scrilla) Labeled and tagged me yo neighborhood dealer. Got this game gripped got the hoes wanting sacks Got niggas in the hood waiting on me for crack Fifteen five for a key now I'm rolling Gold thangs hit the block nigga but it ain't stolen And I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa Nigga I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power Coming down hard (hard) living in the south (south) Got killers watching my back with that gold in they mouth Bitches getting broked on (broked on) for motherfucking P Agent c station Should I say player hating (player hating) Niggas take vacation one way ticket is to hell niggas feel me It's all about the 20's and the 50's niggas feel me Trying to get my paper (paper) it's all about my scrilla (scrilla) Big Mo got that mack 11-9 for y'all killers Rolling through the south (south) trying to check them honeys (honeys) Got them beans trying to flip them dope fiends hundreds I ain't even stopping if a cop is on my tail (what) Big Boz got that AK nigga and that's real Rolling in that Rover (Rover) Smoking on that dolja (dolja) A No Limit soldier y'all haters y'all can't hold us Niggas got green (green) fuck cashing checks Hooked up with three niggas they call them Prime Suspects Now a nigga got the shit gangstafied like Kane & Abel Niggas got more clientele than niggas got cable But niggas tru to the gizame Niggas slanging them bizangs My best partner Andrew Jackson, Ben Franklin understand Chorus Trying to get greens, cornbread, and cabbage x4 [Prime Suspects] Papa was a junky brain fried on that coke Snorting heroin in the middle of a seventy show But you wonder why my lifestyle it be kind of rough It's them little green guys a nigga can't get enough Zoned out like Kujo ain't sleeped in three days On an all night flight trying to get rich paid In the shade on the L.A.P. Where your nigga be Never taking and sure who I be (ooh wee) I be the nigga with cheese O.Z.'s to keys stay hundreds to G's Putting these hoes on their knees Cause they bout that green cheese (pop that phone) Chorus x4 [Kane] Bitch show me the money I'm on top cause I got rocks Cause I got scrilla No Limit got enough paper to buy the Lakers Fuck the haters I hate to kill him fake the realest I know God never sleeps When you die you sew what you weep I still move ten boroughs a week cause a nigga gots to eat Don't feel my teeth Mamma turned 5 into 10, 18 to 36 My triple beam gangsta lean Thousand eight that be the weight On this motherfucking grip it's the lip This paper got me rich I'm sick Quick to run up in that pussy with a hard dick Ghetto boys starting ghetto wars Took a little scrilla the killer Wait starting late in the hood got me paid scoring like Reggie Miller Representing like a senator When I'm on the block (woo woo) then again Smoking hay bitch a hundred down like predator If you got my rocks then I ain't got no fucking check [Abel] Fuck you nigga pay fuck your lady Fuck your mamma fuck your baby Rolling with P on the D bout to be gangstafied Honey drop top white Mercedes It's a 144 pounds 148 with the 4 pound murder Niggas they call me drama And them hoes they call me Ike Turner Popos 75 dice till the trying to get the shipment higher When talk they coming up short Give props and I ain't forgot motherfucker [Kane & Abel and Master P talking] Master P, Prime Suspects Yeah bra humbra go get your money nigga I got it ugh trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbage Nigga trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbage This goes out to all my real niggas North Carolina, from Milwaukee, South Carolina, Columbus, Ohio, Louisville, Georgia, Alabama, to the A.T.L., Cleveland, Ohio, New Orleans, Detroit, Texas, Cincinnati, Florida, Nebraska, California, Chicago, Indianapolis, Mississippi, New York To the motherfucking world to the world We after them greens after them greens Cabbage and cornbread Dollar greens humbra humbra Y'all haters need to be pissed on (suckers) Y'all can't stop No Limit Got to much paper believe that
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