Bourbans And Lacs Lyrics - Master P

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs 

With the 10's and the 12's bumpin in the back 

This is for the Playas' Hustlas' Pimps and Mack's 

With the Benz's; Stacking Ben's; I Mean them Paper Stack's. 

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillacs 

With the 10's and the 12's bumpin' in the back 

This is for the playas smokin Woolamacs 

Hittin skins make dividends and ridin with my strap 

UGH... 

Woodgrain with the Leather seats 

Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me 

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Smokin on that Dozjah 

four niggas in tha back screamin' 

NO LIMIT SOLDIERS! 

Tru to the GizzZ-ame! 

Stopped in the projects 

Sold a half a ounce of Cocaine 

Hit interstate 10 into Texas listenin to DJ Screw. 

Just raced a Lexus; Called up Pimp C; 

Did a song last week with my Nigga,; Bun B! 

Twistin on some green spinach; 

A Nigga Still Trippin' I AIN'T DEAD I'M STILL IN IT! 

UGH.!!. 

Flossing down the block, Holla at my Boyz up in the 3rd 

Got the latest Word. Swerve to the side of the curb. 

A fiend: That wanted me to serve him. I said, "Bitch; Can't you tell I'm off'? " 

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my whitewalls 

And then I. burst up out the Block, 

dropped the Top. 'cause it was Hot! 

Hit the Spot with the most hoes at the Side-show, about to Plot. 

Hittin' donuts, Ya know I'm Actin', Straight up nigga 

Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there ' cause there was a cloud smoke, when I was finished 

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I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me 

Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185 

In the hood and you know they can't catch me 

And if you see me chillin, You can stop me, 

But I keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard 

You never know who might not be 

This is for the playas 

Playa, play on 

I can't hate you homie 

Playa, play on 

I can't hate you homie 

Bourbons and Lacs, Mansions and bitches, money and weed. 

"The Made Life " is all I dream, paper chasing for that Green 

I'm thuggin on the scene, nigga. 

What cha don't believe; Well - Check the Credentials. They'll tell ya... 

A Niggas' living Presidential 

I'm on the level that You bustas will never feel 

My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed. 

But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a Mil. 

For real, I'm slangin Platinum shit until I'm old and ill 

Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you Feel what I say..., I got time to parlay 

Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay 

I wouldn't have that shit no other way 

The made life, the game tight, No Limit for Life 

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's 

With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back 

This is for the players smokin' Woolamacs. 

With the Benz. makin' Ben's; n paper stacks; I mean them paper stacks 

This is for the Bourbons and the Cadillac's 

With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back 

This is for the players smokin' Doolamacs 

With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks 

Playa play on 

I can't hate you homie 

aya play on 

I can't hate you Homie; Rollin' on Chrome N Candy