Lyric Anything Goes
Chorus 2X
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don t know the game till you fuck
That s how it goes
[Master P]
Young nigga tryin to get rich
Posted up with this shit
On the grind tryin to slang that muthafuckin shit
Servin the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
[King George]
Bullets can t man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker
[Master P]
Cause he got the bacon
[Big Ed]
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin it up like fat, gettin hit on that pager
Cause it s all about the skrilla, nigga
Pockets gettin bigga
Pockets gettin swolled, but gettin dubbed by a gold digger
[Silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
Chorus 2X
[Master P]
Niggas hittin the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin hatas
If I were a football player, i d probably be Lawrence Taylor
Blockin these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know Master P s got it goin man
That s why I fuck your bitch, but she ain t shit
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick
But you cause you lame
But like Ice Cube said, "Let s cut out the little man"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain t a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there s always some sucker talkin bout wrong P
You need to jump off that glass dick
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh
Cause that hoe shit won t last
Chorus 2X
[King George]
Comin from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches
We flip g s, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g s
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch
Flip pure game, like the Og s taught me
Tryin spit game when i m talkin on a for-ty
Chorus 2X
[Big Ed]
It s nothin but the G in me
I have a question
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson
Now, how many G s in the house tonight
And how many G s spin them gold thangs tight
It s nothin but a G thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it
Always wearin Nikes cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ???
Cause he s rollin on my ???, like a weather got my action
Grabbin on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson
So nigga
Who ride, I ride, slide
[Master P]
But they can t touch ya
[Big Ed]
With my TRU niggas on my side
[Master P]
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
Chorus 2X
[Silkk]
A nigga tip toe through the do
You know I m bout 6 4" plus mo
So I had to get low
And niggas lookin shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y all bitches better pay me
You want me to say it s all good in my hood
Well I can t
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin
Cause it ain t
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin
Chorus 2X
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don t know the game till you fuck
That s how it goes
[Master P]
Young nigga tryin to get rich
Posted up with this shit
On the grind tryin to slang that muthafuckin shit
Servin the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
[King George]
Bullets can t man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker
[Master P]
Cause he got the bacon
[Big Ed]
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin it up like fat, gettin hit on that pager
Cause it s all about the skrilla, nigga
Pockets gettin bigga
Pockets gettin swolled, but gettin dubbed by a gold digger
[Silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
Chorus 2X
[Master P]
Niggas hittin the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin hatas
If I were a football player, i d probably be Lawrence Taylor
Blockin these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know Master P s got it goin man
That s why I fuck your bitch, but she ain t shit
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick
But you cause you lame
But like Ice Cube said, "Let s cut out the little man"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain t a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there s always some sucker talkin bout wrong P
You need to jump off that glass dick
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh
Cause that hoe shit won t last
Chorus 2X
[King George]
Comin from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches
We flip g s, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g s
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch
Flip pure game, like the Og s taught me
Tryin spit game when i m talkin on a for-ty
Chorus 2X
[Big Ed]
It s nothin but the G in me
I have a question
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson
Now, how many G s in the house tonight
And how many G s spin them gold thangs tight
It s nothin but a G thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it
Always wearin Nikes cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ???
Cause he s rollin on my ???, like a weather got my action
Grabbin on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson
So nigga
Who ride, I ride, slide
[Master P]
But they can t touch ya
[Big Ed]
With my TRU niggas on my side
[Master P]
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
Chorus 2X
[Silkk]
A nigga tip toe through the do
You know I m bout 6 4" plus mo
So I had to get low
And niggas lookin shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y all bitches better pay me
You want me to say it s all good in my hood
Well I can t
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin
Cause it ain t
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin
Chorus 2X
