Greens Cornbread And Cabbage Lyrics

Greens Cornbread And Cabbage lyrics

Master P] 

 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 x4 

  

 [Prime Suspects] 

 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 L.A.P. 

 Where your nigga be 

 Never taking and sure who I be (ooh wee) 

 I be the nigga with cheese 

 O.Z.'s to keys stay hundreds to G's 

 Putting these hoes on their knees 

 Cause they bout that green cheese (pop that phone) 

  

 Chorus x4 

  

 [Kane] 

 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 

  

 [Abel] 

 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 

  

 [Kane & Abel and Master P talking] 

 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 A.T.L., 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