Tekst:
Master P Good Side Bad Side

where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks Hey girl won't you do that dance Lookin good

A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did Straight from the hood and I represent the street Send money to the pen, still fucking with C (Okay!) R.I.P

baller, let 'em go [Chorus (4x):] [Master P] Let 'em go (let 'em go) Let 'em go (let 'em go) Don't handcuff 'em whodi let the girl work the floor [Master P

the weed at? Man I smoked all that shit. Nigga the shit I left on the coffee table you smoked all that? I smoked all that shit that shit was good

't nothing) P Miller on my shirt and pants (that ain't nothing) And my speakers say the same thing (that ain't nothing) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Romeo, Master P

a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her I love, your whole thugged out side

of your friends take your kindness for weakness Make a nigga wanna live like Jews, I told y'all I got a good side and a bad side and this my bad side

[Chorus 4X: Master P] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but

[Chorus (2x):] [Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The