You want bigger and better and higher and larger and more shit
Peaches and cream
To each man his dream
Harvest crops and props
Teaches teens how to throw dice and pick locks
I wish you knew the issue
It's all wallet politics
Done it done it
Seen it seen it
We seen it done
No opposition to none
'Cause they remember that story
'Bout him puttin some fools hand in a blender
'Cause first things first
Gotta hold his down like (?) purse
And school his team like Vince Lomardi
No noble cause
From sea to street
Entrepreneur genius
They try to take him under federal conspiracy laws
Probable cause
Damn, that's Rick the man
With the master plan

CHORUS: (2x) [Kandu]

Somebody told me to deliver this message (pass it on, pass it on)

It was the 7th of July

7 years have moved, like out of place

So we rushed it

Watched us run straight to the front door

Took 4 steps, then he took 1 more

He rocked timbos from his ankles to his big toes

Wouldn't get caught without the flyest of apparel

He knew the scooop on everybody from me

To Geraldine Ferraro

First love was a Ferrari

He played more games than your average Atari

He said call me Big, but really I ain't the (?)

Dips call me often

And pops call me Junior

Lo-co, at times

I am the cream of crops

Ripped clean of props

Had the school imperials

On his materials

Everybody jackin so you know the scenario

Cause if he heard word

Well, not a word he'd utter

If he spoke fast not a word he'd - stutter

He never slipped into the pit of a gutter

Cause cousin's butter

You know there ain't another brother - similar

He got into the scene with open hands

And his love goochie

Got him the booty

But no (master plan)


Lookin at the sin, advance spin

Reminds him of memories

Of when he can't rest til he buries these

So he remains alone in his room

When his head hits the bed

He sees visions of being dipped

I guess you know a good thing til you lost it

Tossed it

The limelight of paparazzi

Get a grip, don't trip

Then cause if you trip

You slip and pinstripes wasn't his shit

So I guess he got a reason

So he grabbed the number 9

To define gettin even

His definition was this

A death wish, kiss Tish

And told Cha-Che to hold the mayo

Payo, payo was the sound of the oddo

But little did he know another brick would be his motto (ha, ha, ha)

In the wall, stretch limos

And rose of eyes, in disguise

Like stain glass windows

With more flowers than I've ever seen

Got the Visine for this thing

You know, easy come, easy go

You may think it kinda strange

Since the beginning God's been giving in to angels

But take back


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The Master Plan Lyrics

Dream Warriors – The Master Plan Lyrics