Master P, 8Ball, MJG, UGK - Meal Ticket lyrics

My partner gave me $50, put me in the game
I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane
Pushin them bouldas, slangin them quarters
I got em 2 for 3, god dammit
Now I'm a balla!
Pushin mad weight, from state to state
Niggas ridin dirty, on my mobile phone
It's UGK
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 spot
And label me a drug deala
Just anotha hard nigga
Rest in peace to 2Pac
And the rest of ya'll thug niggas
Playaz hookin up, tryin to make bucks
Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
Peppers and beans, and grit's and cabbage
Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin
Niggas teamin up, some niggas gangbangin
Used to drink 40s, now it's Moet
Used to roll cutlass
Now it's benzes and vets
Becketts on my fingaz, Rolex watches
Hoes on the block, bounce that azz
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 8 ball and MJG
Cause we tryin to get a
Meal ticket from these streets

8 ball 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 UGK
Hustlin as a muthafucka
Fuck what these hoes say!

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 duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice
Of meat up in my grave

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 their baby, just ask MJG

Who be I? MJG, he be me!
But if I was he, and you was I
Who would you see?
Where is justice when ya hungry
Or do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies
About that money, where my ticket?


Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I'm leanin' on the leather
And I'm grippin on the wood
I'm peeling on the Grant, ballin in the slant
Back, I'm Pimp C
Bitch and trill niggas roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone
I done bought 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 and butt be the deala

Suck the nut up out a
Bucket slow down suave nigga
Now bitch I be the prince of pushin'
Everything up out of Port Arthur
The king of them 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 hit's the block, i'm
Rollin bait, Them fiends come out
They know they got to?stole the case?
I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas
Shops and boppas
Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
And niggas that ride with Glocks and choppas
Where we out?