Song:  Burbons & Lacs
Album: Ghetto D
Artists: Master P, Silkk, & Lil Gotti

(chorus)
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs 
with the 10's and the 12's bumpin the back.
This is for the playas, hustlaz, pimps, and macks
with the benz makin ends, I mean them paper stacks

This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs 
with the 10's and the 12's bumpin the back.
This is for the playas smokin hullamacks
shootin skins, makin them ends and riding with the straps

(Master P)
Wood grain with the leather seats
windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin on that Doja, 4 niggaz in the back screaming NO LIMIT SOLDIER
TRU to the gizzame, stopped in the projects sold a half ounce of cocaine
hit Interstate 10 on to Texas
Listenin to DJ Screw, just raced the lexus.
Called up Pimp C. Did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin on some green spinach 
and niggazs still trippin, I aint dead I'm still in it.

(Chorous)
This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs 
with the 10's and the 12's bumpin the back.
This is for the playas, hustlaz, pimps, and macks
with the benz makin ends, I mean them paper stacks

(Silkk)
See a pocket full of dollars already stacked
so I'm gangsta leaning sideways
today aint friday, pretend it is, and today is my day.
Take it from Mr. 100 spoke rider, 
Cadillac, Suburbon driver, pussy diver
Mr. glock beside when I'm ridin.
Flossin down the block, hollered up to my boys up in the third
got the latest word swerved to the side of the curb.
Fiends done wanted me to serve I say bitch cant you tell i'm off
but I still give 'em $5 to wipe my white-walls then I
Burst up out the block, drop the top cuz it was hot
hit the sopt with the most hoez, at the side show about to plot
Hitten dough-nuts and you know I'm actin a strait up menace
catch me spinnin, 
you could tell I was there cuz of the cloud of smoke when I finish.
I see 5-0 and they anit even try and sweat me, think they being nice or not,
cuz I got 185 under the hood and they know they cant catch me
And if you see me chillin you can stop me,
but I keeps that glock 40 up on the dash cuz you never know who might not be
and this is for the playaz.

(chourus)
Playa, play-on.  I cant hate you homie. (2x)

(Lil Gotti)
Burbons and lacs, mansions and bitchez, money and weed
the mid life is all I dream. Paper-chasin for the green
i'm thuggin on the scene, nigga, what you dont believe?
well check the credintials they'll tell ya.
A niggas living presidential, I'm on a level that you bustaz will never feel
you thought I'd be caught up in that game and get killed
but I reversed that shit, and hit the studio and make a Mil..for real.
I'm slangin platinum shit until I'm old and ill, Lil Gotti
I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I gots time to parlay
chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldnt have this shit no other way
the mid-life, that games tight, NO LIMIT FOR LIFE!!

(Chourus)

This is for the Burbons and the Cadillacs 
with the 10's and the 12's bumpin the back.                 (2x)
This is for the playas smokin hullamacks
with the benz makin ends, I mean them paper stacks


Playa, play-on.  I cant hate you homie,
rollin on gold and candy