Greens, Cornbread, & Cabbage Lyrics

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. Kane & Abel - Greens, Cornbread, & Cabbage - http://motolyrics.com/kane-and-abel/greens-cornbread-and-cabbage-lyrics.html

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