This “P’s Up” free came up on the iPod rotation and had me swerving ever so slightly the other day as I navigated my way through the mean streets of Nashville. Price proves himself to be nice with letters, word to K-Solo.
A bonus shot just for the hell of it.
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P is for Pacquiao
he gon’ make De La Hoya eat Chicken Adobo all night this Saturday
and dude is getting 15 to 30 million for the fight…gyaat-dam
i take that back…
P is for pinching them cute little chubby cheeks…awwww!
P is for “Please, can I sit with you for a while?”
And then for “Punk, leave me alone”.
P is for Piff, which goes great with Dunkin’ Donuts french vanilla coffee by the way.
For some strange reason I’ve been rockin’ out to Webbie this morning….
“I got alotta people wanna steal my shit
I got six 12′s, you can hear my shit”
Ahhh, nuthin’ like indo & ignorance to start the day off right lol.
P es para Paying yourself $1 salary. The New billionare boys club status statement.
at Amp : Webbie + Arab Money?
At that point, it’s not ignorance any more, I don’t even know what it is.
Fuck Busta, I know I’m gonna hum that shitty auto-tuned chorus all day..
Amp, PREACH!! haha just replace Dunkin’ Donuts with Tim Horton’s and you got yourself a day in my AF1s.
P is for bitch PLEASE.
Ahh…now that it’s out of my system, I can be nice to people I see today.
dont forget Polo Rugbys
P is for Pollo Enchiladas that Manny will be eating from Oscar all night. Plus he might need more food to get up to the 40 pounds to fight Oscar.
“Shorty kind crazy/ But she turn me ooonnnn”
Oscar ain’t built for Manny P.
That’s the smile you give your parents when they say, “what’s wrong with you? stop cryin’ or i’ll give you somethin’ to cry about!”
*walks away coughing realizing that once again i’ve given too much info about my bruised soul*
dammit TSS.
*attempts to redeem and cover*
that’s the smile you give your dentist after you spit out that nasty toothpaste/washing junk just because you want the little 5-cent sucker they give you when you’re done.
eh…. whatever.
It’s time for another SEAN PRICE LP!!!
P is for Poverty’s Paradise.. <— that randomly popped up on the ipod and I been killing “Sunshine” all day.. love that sample