Meal Ticket

Meal Ticket

[Master P]

My potna gave me $50, put me in the game

I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane

Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters

I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla!

Pushin in weight, from state to state

Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K.

Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?"

I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!"

Now P be dat new kid on the block

36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop

And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga

Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggaz

Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work

Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks

Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage

peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage

Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin

Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin

Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet

Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets

Becketts on my fingers, Rolex watches

Hoes on the block, bounce that ass, I mean pussy poppin

Label me an alien, just like OutKast

Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast

Cause I'm bout it, ya'll know I'm rowdy

Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya'll doubt it

Hooked up with Eightball and MJG

Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets

Chorus: repeat 8X

Tryin to get a meal ticket

[Eightball]
Eightball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention
These hoes can't touch my pimpin
Mobbin through the swamp, P and me and G and U.G.K.
Hustlin as a motherfucker, fuck what these hoes say!

[MJG]
Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the shady, maybe
Construct the thinkin, we're turnin to duckets bankin
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave

[Eightball]
Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they gon pay me
Pimpin ain't dead baby, just ask MJG

[MJG]
Who be I? MJG, he be me!
But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see?
One of us ??? when ya hungry, I do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies
About that money, where my ticket?

Chorus

[Pimp C]
Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I'm leanin on the leather, and I'm grippin on the wood
I'm feelin on the ??? ballin in the slant back
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone,
I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin ain't dead, ya heard what I said,
How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head?
Lickin my ass if Bun B the dealer

[Bun B]
Suck the nut up out a drop bucket slow down Suave nigga
Now bitch I be the prison pushin everything
A four for four doors, king of the quarters
Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian
Malaysian, Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin
In the Golden Gate, swish it out, holdin weight
I hits the block, I'm rollin bait
Them fiends come out, they know they got to stole the case
I motivate, fiends, dealers, ballers, haters, shops and boppers
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppers
Where we out?

Chorus: repeat to fade