Teksty: Romeo. Other. Away (Remix).

(feat. Master P)

[Intro: Master P + Background]
(Ayyy-yeah) check this out now
(Yeah-yeah...) if they put a whole off son, go around
(He just go awayyy...) cuz they aint playin our records
(He just go awayyy...) we put it in a movement, we go to Hollywood
(Ayyy-yeah) and turn to Hollyhood, you fall down
(Yeah-yeah...) and get back up, you a real hustler you never look back
(He just go awayyy...) and you could flip anything when it come to gettin paper
(He just go awayyy...) you feel me, lets do this

[Verse: Romeo + Background]
Why they up in my ear now, whisperin now
Goin around town spittin rumors everyday now
Gates money, yea Im lil Ghetto Bill
Some say I changed cuz I got a couple mill
I never changed man still the same Rome man
Still tryna make a couple dollars out the change man
Dont speak about nothin that you never seen
Why hate on somebody wit mo green
Why this and that, why chitty-chat
I ask why cuz I wanna know that know that
Why lie to raps I only speak facts
Truth is man guess what it is Im kick ass
Im the best in the come yall gritty rat
Only standin 5 temper bigger than Shaq
Why play tough guy when Im a Role Model
Got good looks yea I only date top models
Truth is Im the King and yall nothin
Why hate on the King cuz he got somethin
(He just go awayyy...)
(He just go awayyy...)

[Verse: Master P + Background]
(Ayyy-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah...)
(He just go awayyy...)
(He just go awayyy...)
(Ayyy-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah...)
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(He just go awayyy...)
(He just go awayyy...)
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I star a small town, Im in a big league
Why they hate man, Im tryna do me
Be the best at it learn it from my granddaddy
I aint in it if it dont make caddish
I got em scared of me I learn to flip thangs
Im in the big rise big cars big chains
Watch ya girl homie, she got her eyes on me
Im like McDonald's know I keep the fries on me
Two pies on me man you couldn't ride homie
I got some that'll make you slip and slide homie
You see cribs [?], I started that
Call me Mike Vick of the rap game Im the quarterback
Dont play wit ball cap stay fitted
Guttar Music man still screamin No Limit
Call me Cookie Monster cuz I bake cookies
Find me on the block wit them thangs shakin rookies
Cant feel man, my son got millions
Im hustlin like Im broke cuz Im tryna get billions
(Ayyy-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah...)
(He just go awayyy...)
(He just go awayyy...)
(He just go awayyy...)
(He just go awayyy...)
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(Yeah-yeah...)
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