Paroles Where The Playas At de Concentration Camp II

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Textes et Paroles de Where The Playas At




(feat. Laboe, Master P, Silkk the Shocker, C-Loc)

[Master P]
UNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Welcome to the terror dome!!!

[Chorus: C-Loc & Master P]

[C-Loc]
Where The Playas At?

[Master P]
Atlanta, Georgia

[C-Loc]
Where The hustlas At?

[Master P]
Houston, Texas

[C-Loc]
Where The ballas At?

[Master P]
Miami, Florida

[C-Loc]
And what about Louisiana?

[Master P]
Nigga you bout it? Welcome to that terror dome

[First Verse: C-Loc]

Three, two, one, four in the morn,
Gettin' the job done, tryin' to beat the sunrise, surprise,
Killas in disguise between your eyes lies your destiny,
For testin' me, hey, stop stressin' me,
Sick or psychopathic,
Practice drastic tactics,
In that boot, what?
Figure you'd have known bout this terror dome,
Leave your home accident prone,
If you leave your strap at home go no further,
Case is murder

[Chorus: C-Loc & Master P]

[C-Loc]
Where The Playas At?

[Master P]
In the projects ballin'

[C-Loc]
Where The hustlas At?

[Master P]
Baton Rouge, New Orleans

[C-Loc]
Where The ballas At?

[Master P]
Down South hustlin'

[C-Loc]
And what about Louisiana?

[Master P]
Welcome to the terror dome

[Bridge One: Laboe + Master P]

[Laboe]
Comin' from down South, it's all about the money,
So when it don't riiiiiiiide, it ain't even funny,

[Master P]
Welcome to the terror dome

[Second Verse: Silkk The Shocker & Master P]

[Silkk]
Toc, and tic, and tic, and toc,
If the bullets up into the clip,
Enter the clip into the hot glock,
That's how I ride,
When I be slidin' down the Southside,
Do a drive-by,
Your whole clique gone die,
Leave it to Beaver, man I ain't leavin' this,
Until your Mama grievin',
And you no longer breathin' trick,
You done messed up, 86'ed the wrong G,
Now it's on G,
I got these two hollow-tips, bustin' like a donkey say what?
Your whole clique gonna be stuck,
Shut your block down, what now?
This is my time, bout to close shop down,
Welcome to the terrordome

[Master P]
UNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Welcome to the terrordome!!!!!!

[Chorus: C-Loc & Master P]

[C-Loc]
Where The Playas At?

[Master P]
Louisville, Kentucky

[C-Loc]
Where The hustlas At?

[Master P]
Cincinnati, Ohio

[C-Loc]
Where The ballas At?

[Master P]
Memphis, Tennessee

[C-Loc]
And what about Louisiana?

[Master P]
We get scandolous

[Bridge Two: Laboe]

If bout yo scrilla,
Got a way we can make a million,
Playa holla at me, at me,
And we can rooooolllllllllll

[Third Verse: Master P]

UNGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
Creep up on the set and start checkin' fools bout my mail,
Cuz every fiend I miss, is a missed sale,
And the young playa ballin',
I got G's on the pay roll from Baton Rouge to New Orleans,
Across that damned West Coast,
Mister Ice Cream Man done hooked up with young C-Loc,
And runnin' game like a choo-choo train,
I got chicketts, seventeen for five, I'm the man,
And them haters still hate me,
One time on the grill but the rollers can't take P,
My little brother told me watch my back,
When I'm rollin' black,
(Why?)
Cuz Down South they quick to pull a jack,
But No Limit soldiers swell like B-12,
And life in the ghetto I mean is a livin' Hell,
So call us gangsters, keep one up in the chamber,
Big man got that Tec-9 and V, will strangle ya,
UNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I'm from the TRU clique,
And we bout it, bout it, so welcome to the terror dome Trick!!!
UNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Welcome to the terror dome!!!

[Chorus: C-Loc & Master P]

[C-Loc]
Where The Playas At?

[Master P]
Jackson, Mississippi

[C-Loc]
Where The hustlas At?

[Master P]
Oklahoma!!!

[C-Loc]
Where The ballas At?

[Master P]
California!!!!!!

[C-Loc]
And what about Louisiana?

[Master P]
Watch us creep up on ya

[Talking at end: Master P]

C-Loc, Master P, Silkk the Shocker
TRU,
Unite this playalistic down South hustlin',
Worldwide,
But should I say,
Welcome to the terror dome

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