Master P - Meal Ticket Lyrics
[master p]My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,I been slangin weed then I moved up to canePushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,I got em 2 for 3, God dammit, Im a balla!Pushin in weight, from state to state,Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, its u.g.k.Pimp c said, p, whats really goin on?I said whats really happenin, he said, I gotta pocket full of stones!Now p be dat new kid on the block36 o-zs choppin up rocks in my rock shopAnd label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,Rest in peace to 2pac, and the rest of yall thug niggas.Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,Sendin work from fedex to ups trucksNow p livin lavish, caviar and cabbagePeppers and beans, and grits and cabbageDown south hustlin, ballin, slanginNiggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbanginUsed to drink 40s, now its mowhetUsed to roll cutlass, now its benzes and vets? becketts? on my fingaz, rolex watches,Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean ***** poppinLabel me an alien, just like outkastCause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fastCause Im bout it, yall know Im rowdy,Ask big mo and john henry if yall doubt itHooked up with 8-ball and mjgCause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streetsChorus: tryin to get a meal ticket (8x)[8-ball]8-ball and mjg, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,These hoes cant touch my pimpinMobbin through the swamp, p and me and g and u.g.k.? hustlin? as a mutha*****a, ***** what these hoes say![mjg]Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazyLady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ? shady? , maybeConstruct the thinkin, were turnin to duckies bankinNo laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave[8-ball]Captain save em, pay em, before you get to lay emGot a real niggas job, so damn hard tryin to play emWeigh em, no weigh me, cause thats what they gon pay mePimpin aint dead baby, just ask mjg[mjg]Who be i? mjg, he be me!But if I was he, and you was i, who would you see?One of us ? ? ? when ya hungry, I do it onlyPertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,About that money, where my ticket?Chorus (8x)[pimp c]Cocaine lady, white lady sellin goodIm leanin on the leather, and Im grippin on the wood.Im feelin on the ? ? ? ballin in the ? slant back?Im pimp c, ***** and tree, us niggaz roll cadillacBad ass *****es cant leave my dick alone,I done bout me a key and changed my name to james jonesPimpin aint dead, ya heard what I said,How the ***** is pimpin dead when *****es still givin me head?Lickin my ass if ? ? ? be the deala[? ? ? (other dude from u.g.k.)]Suck the nut up out a ? ? ? bucket slow down suave nigga,Now ***** I be the prison pushin everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of theQuarters*****in with nothin but queens and they daughtersGet cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a asian, malaysianSaudi arabian, african I be blazinIn the golden gate, swish it out, holdin weight, I hits the block, imRollin bait, them fiends come out, they know they got to ? stole the case?I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,Jekll and hyde, bonnie and clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppasWhere we out?Chorus and fade
