Kane, Abel, Prime Suspects, Master P - Greens, Cornbread, and Cabbage lyrics
[Kane, Abel, Prime Suspects, Master P - Greens, Cornbread, and Cabbage lyrics]
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
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 LAP
Where your nigga be
Never taking and sure who I be (ooh wee)
I be the nigga with cheese
OZ's to keys stay hundreds to G's
Putting these hoes on their knees
Cause they bout that green cheese
(pop that phone)
Chorus trying to get greens, cornbread
And cabbage
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
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
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 ATL, 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
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
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 LAP
Where your nigga be
Never taking and sure who I be (ooh wee)
I be the nigga with cheese
OZ's to keys stay hundreds to G's
Putting these hoes on their knees
Cause they bout that green cheese
(pop that phone)
Chorus trying to get greens, cornbread
And cabbage
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
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
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 ATL, 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