- Votes:
- Composers:
- Vickers
- O'dell / Vickers
- O'dell / Miller
- P. N
 
- Tags:
- dirty south
- my songs
 
- See also:
Master P - Da Last Don lyrics
I'ma kill you all like O.J.
 Diss Maganoo, for real you must pay
 Listen to the way my rap flow delay
 His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay
 Back of the bus with Rosa Parks
 Too much to say, watch my remarks
 South to VA, upside to Philly
 Y'all be killin' me for real on the really
 Recognize the P, when you see he
 Sport the Kangol with N I K E
 Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat
 You do the horse and make your Gucci wet
 Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin'
 Said real low, "Hey, whatcha doin'?"
 Don't you know I've been rappin' on tracks
 Since back in the days when tapes was eight track
 Relax and jump to it like Duran Duran
 Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan
 Over to your girl, hey, what's yo' number
 You and your crew must be 'Dumb & Dumber'
 Timbaland, understand
 Kickin' the fly beats for all my fly fans
 Not Peter Piper but Peter Pan
 Beat, guaran-guaran-teed to make you dance
 People wanna know where I, where I get my rhythm
 Rhythm, come from the thing called wisdom
 Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome
 When the clock strikes twelve and it's on
 People already, already feelin' my groove
 Now's the time for me to show and prove
 Now, it's time to get back to my basic method
 Record and play, play, play each segment
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop
 Sardines, hey and Pork and BeansMaster P - Da Last Don - http://motolyrics.com/master-p/da-last-don-lyrics.html
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop, aight?
 When it come to flows, you best to re-up
 Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
 Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain
 My mind go to space when I'm kissin' on Jane
 Can't Stand the Rain but love Missy
 I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
 Look for me, I'm Chico undercover at the Nico
 Mag and two O got gas from Burrito
 Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo
 In my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al Pacino
 Star in Casino to a vetturino
 Not Italia-no but still gambino
 Most of y'all rappers can't do your part
 I'ma finish up what you all can't start
 Got no heart, I thought on your LP
 I'm on your radio and on your TV
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop
 Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans
 Do you know what that means?
 It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop, aight?














