Master P, Curren$y - Com.3 lyrics

Yo Mike take me to the commercial man
So I can tell why I never fall off
You know what I'm saying, before I do
I sell all the houses and cars I got
I'm a hustler man
We losin and get it back easy
But you know what
I ain't just bout the music man
I'm sellin clothes, the PMiller clothes
You go pick that up, if you ain't got it
Got the PMiller pads, you know
Where the jeans came from
Well, the girls gotta have that
Than I got the new watches man
You ain't gotta go to Jacobs no
More to get no watch man
I got the iced out colour ice
It's called Master Pieces
So y'all better pick that up real soon
And you go to Circus City man and
Pick up my platinum speakers man
I got amp speakers, tweeters
All that type of stuff oh yeah
You ain't gotta go to Nike or
Adidas and all that no more
I got the PMiller Jump-Off's man
I got the shoes and the tennis shoe
I'ma let my lil partner
Curren$y take y'all to my
Tennis shoe commercial
Y'all can see what I'm
Talkin bout, handle that, braw

Man, a dude should have been in the league
And jump shots are monster
Mo player are scared of his D
And you should cop a pair of these sneaks
Rather you got game on the court
Or you play in the street
Jump Off's, you gotta respect that there
So light-weight, feels like you walkin on air
So good and the posers are most not fair
A lil pair of defenders just stop and stare
Rather you play big
And rather you play small
If you like to assist or if you above all
Or if you just a fan in the game
PMiller, new sneakers, Jump Off's
Remember the name