Plan B Lyrics by Master P

Plan B Lyrics

    -Check this out uhhhh
    -I mean
    -you ever had one of them gangsta relationships
    -I mean like, nobody don't have to gisnote

    [Chorus]

    I can be your nigga
    He can be you man
    You don't have to leave him
    Everybody need a back-up plan

    [Master P]
    Jump in my 97 Hummer and riside
    You be Ms Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde
    Together we be catchin g's
    Flipping keys, smokin weed
    It's all about you and me
    Causing major pain on this dope game
    You be Halle Berry
    I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
    In charge like the Lakers
    You got your pink 380
    I got my black nine for the haters
    My homies call you that nigga
    But you my bitch
    Since we banging, I guess we one click
    You be that nigga that I drink with
    And you don't even trip if i was to let a freak kiss
    You give me rubbers so I can stay strapped
    You say you can't catch no fucking rat
    Without a mouse trap
    So we be kicking it like g's
    Its a drought, but you got a connect on some keys
    You roll up the ?? and drink 40s'
    You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party
    We walk past security cause you got the strap
    And when my homies see ya
    You the only female they give dap
    You the only nigga that I'll kiss
    Make love to and still do some gangsta shit with
    Like Menace to Society we kick it
    I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms Jada Pinkett

    [Chorus x4]

    [Mia X]
    I lays back and chill
    Why you ills with the hotties
    I'm numero uno in your eyes honey poppi
    Yo lady Gotti
    Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill
    Yet make me feel like others can't with my sex appeal
    Be riding ghetto thrills
    But still the bitch behind the trigger
    The bitch about her scrilla
    The bitch to smack her nigga
    If the tone faintly rises in his voice
    The choice is mine
    When it comes to haters living or dying
    Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby
    The unlady like mistress
    Be all about illicit business
    Bitches witness us together looking tenderly
    But to scared to tell wifey, for fear of me
    I'm only trying to be the one with the green papers
    Bounce on the dick and help me pull off a mean caper
    That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care
    Other hoes get x'd out in what we share yeah
    I give you rubbers for your friends for show
    Take me shopping tomorrow
    Short change them hoes
    Save them 3 more nuts for me
    Alize, hot tubs and an ounce of weed
    Please, there's not a jealous bone in my body
    Take me off to Jamaica
    Then take your wifey to (aloha) Hawaii
    I don't mind being number 2
    You keep more ice on my hands and wrists
    Than an ink blue
    And if it all falls through you still got me
    Yout true bitch nigga down to hustle
    From plan B

    [Mia X]
    Like that nigga

    [Master P]
    Like that nigga

    [Mia X]
    But only if you bout it
    Master P: Only if you bout it

    [Mia X]
    I can be your mistress
    You can keep your wifey
    I understand
    I'm all good with this back-up plan

    [Chorus]

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