Greens, Cornbread, and Cabbage lyrics

by

Master P


[Master P]
What's up n*ggas and b*tches (ugh)
We ain't no motherf*cking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no rookies at
Making fame)
Fetti n*gga (fetti) that's why I'm gon' call this fedex (fedex)
It's all about moola (moola) that money (money) scrilla (scrilla)
All mighty motherf*cking dollar (all mighty dollar)
Hundreds (hundreds) thousands (thousands) millions (millions) and trillions
(trillions)
We got this sh*t sewed up n*gga (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
n*ggas want to f*ck 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 n*ggas in the hood waiting on me for crack
Fifteen five for a key now I'm rolling
Gold thangs hit the block n*gga but it ain't stolen
And I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa
n*gga 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
b*tches getting broked on (broked on) for motherf*cking P
Agent c station
Should I say player hating (player hating)
n*ggas take vacation one way ticket is to hell n*ggas feel me
It's all about the 20's and the 50's n*ggas 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 n*gga 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
n*ggas got green (green) f*ck cashing checks
Hooked up with three n*ggas they call them Prime Suspects
Now a n*gga got the sh*t gangstafied like Kane & Abel
n*ggas got more clientele than n*ggas got cable
But n*ggas tru to the gizame
n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga be
Never taking and sure who I be (ooh wee)
I be the n*gga 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]
b*tch 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
f*ck 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 n*gga 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 motherf*cking grip it's the lip
This paper got me rich I'm sick
Quick to run up in that pus*y with a hard di*k
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 b*tch a hundred down like predator
If you got my rocks then I ain't got no f*cking check
[Abel]
f*ck you n*gga pay f*ck your lady
f*ck your mamma f*ck 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
n*ggas 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 motherf*cker

[Kane & Abel and Master P talking]
Master P, Prime Suspects

Yeah bra humbra go get your money n*gga
I got it ugh trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbage
n*gga trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbage
This goes out to all my real n*ggas
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 motherf*cking world to the world
We after them greens after them greens
Cabbage and cornbread
Dollar greens humbra humbra
Y'all haters need to be p*ssed on (suckers)
Y'all can't stop No Limit
Got to much paper believe that
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