Tytuł: Thinkin bout u

• Wykonawca: Master P
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   [Mia X]
  Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
  The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
  He got high, but they didn't find no dope
  They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so
  Now we might do time in the penn
  But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence
  So I guess once again that it's on
  But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone
  
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  Thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  Do what you gotta do boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  Do what you gotta do girl
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  Thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you
  
  [Master P]
  My enemies hate me money can't make me
  Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me
  Give me four or five months and I'm out
  It must be love momma put up the house
  And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga
  Real thangs and little change nigga
  But um, I gotta do what I gotta
  Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
  I gotta little sware when the penetentiary
  cause on these streets are heaven or hell
  Now picture me balling
  I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling
  
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  I'm thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  So do what you gotta do girl
  [Mia X]
  So do what you gotta do boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you
  
  [Mia X]
  Motherfucking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier
  TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya
  In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product
  Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up
  Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking
  But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking
  Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door
  But all the goin find is some ghetto dope
  So come on, so would you just let a bitch live
  Stack my ends and raise my kids
  Ride my benz, flow my ice
  Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life
  Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch
  It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this
  Watch this young black family take this whole industry
  And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it
  
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  Thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  Do what you gotta do boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  Do what you gotta do girl
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  Thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you
  I'm thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  I'm thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  So do what you gotta do girl
  [Mia X]
  So do what you gotta do boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you girl
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you boy
  [Mo B. Dick]
  I'm thinkin about you
  [Mia X]
  Thinkin about you
  Thinkin about you