How Jimmy Buffett and Master P. use the Same 11 Words Very Differently in Their Lyrics

How Jimmy Buffett and Master P. use the Same 11 Words Very Differently in Their Lyrics

While listening to, “Only Time Will Tell“, by Jimmy Buffett song, I was reminded of a Master P song called “Only Time Will Tell“, so I amused myself by singing the Master P verse to the music of the Buffett song. What made it funny to me, was how different these artists are and how funny Master P’s lyrics sounded when I sang them over Jimmy Buffett’s  samba/calypso melody.

Like a lot of white guys in their 30’s, I started listening to Master P in college. Even though I wasn’t able to personally relate to his lyrics, I enjoyed the mental pictures he painted about life as he knew it. At the time, Master P was at the height of his entrepreneurial success, and while some rappers get labeled as a thug, or what’s wrong with rap, Master P was thought of as more of an urban visionary and an example of someone who used a college education to parlay the street hustle into a legal hustle.

Like most rappers, Master P raps about committing crimes, threatening his adversaries with violence, and boasting of his success as a hustler. Some people feel this is glorification, but it reminds me more of when Aristotle said, “Where your talents and the needs of the world cross; there lies your vocation.”. I’ view it as a clever musician finding the intersection between art and commerce, and rapping about what he knows and what will sell.  Jimmy Buffett is also a clever musician who has also found the very lucrative intersection between art and commerce, albeit an intersection on the opposite side of town from Master P’s.

So I thought it would be fun to compare and contrast these two very different, talented and enterprising artists by focusing on what they DO have in common: the English language.

Below are 11 instances of them using a common word in their songs.


1. On the eye

Master P: We Riders

I got cocaine weed and amphetamine
Pac said, “P., keep your eyes on your enemies.”
I ain’t trusting no ni–a or no bitch
That’s the recipe in the hood ni–a to get rich

Jimmy Buffett: School boy Heart

Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor’s legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender’s ear and beachcomber’s style
Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style


2. On spending time in the bay

Jimmy Buffett: Holiday

The weather channel girl
With her perfect weather curl
Is talking cold, cold, cold
You can’t get out of bed
You can’t remember what you said
You’re feeling old, old, old

Is it a fever or depression
Anger or aggression?
What’s the remedy?
We’re not talking rocket science
The answer to your question’s
Very plain to see

You need a holiday
Take a holiday
Find a far off wonderland
Where you might begin
Command of’ your life, today

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up
In some moonlit bay

Master P: Sellin’ Ice Cream

Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
and fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don’t play, it’s all about money


3. On Toes

Buffett:  School Boy Heart

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor’s legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose

Master P: Bout It Bout it

I’m down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin on toes, break a ni–a’s nose
In the projects ni–a anything goes


4. on Temple:

Master P: Never Ending Game

My little homey gon’ be dying (ripped his heart out)
He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife, bro
And his little kid is only 8
It ain’t about me or you motherfucker
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder,
How could you live on the streets
And you never heard of,
another ni–a with a Glock G?
I’m thinking about tic-toc boom,
there goes another one/
Send him to the moon.
Ain’t no rocket ship
bitch, it’s the Temple of Doom


Jimmy Buffett: Fruitcakes

She said you’ve got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent


5. On hell

Master P: Break ’em off Something

Don’t have my money, ni–a fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I’m from a little town called New Orleans
But blowing up like B-12
Ni–as don’t give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The murder capital of the world
Where ni–as don’t give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl

Jimmy Buffett: Jolly Mon Sing

He was makin’ his way home on a dark and stormy night
When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashin’ light
When he reached the other boat and offered them a hand
They said, “Give us all your cargo” as the took a pirate stand
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, give ’em everything

“Jolly Mon it’s over, sing your last song very well”
They tossed him in the ocean ’cause their hearts were made in Hell
Came along a dolphin, he said, “Jolly Mon hello!
I’ve always loved your singing, climb aboard, don’t let go.”
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the oceans ring


6. On cheese

Master P: Weed and Money

I stack greens like cheese
Smoke weed with G’s
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can’t take me, hungry bitches can’t break me
God, yeah maybe, but ain’t no man gon’ fade me

Jimmy Buffett: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Cheeseburger in paradise, medium rare with mustard’d be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise.


7 & 8 on Kitchen and Coke

Jimmy Buffett: Desdemona’s Building a Rocketship

A women on a mission
Quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen
But her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic
But short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle
She feels herself a piece

 Master P: Ghetto D  (featuring  C-Murder and Silkk the Shocker. The verse below is sung by C-Murder)

And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine
One – look for the ni–a wit the whitest snow
Two – no buying from no ni–a that you don’t know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke*
An shake it up until it get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water
Twist the bitch like a knot while it’s still hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top
Now ya cocaine powder is crack
Ni–a I hopes you strapped* cause you might get jacked

on Coke*, Jimmy Buffett (so to speak): Fruitcakes

Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered Down cherry for an extra 25 cents.
I don’t want it. I don’t want that much organization in my life.
I don’t want other people thinking for me.
I want my junior mints. where did the junior mints go in the movies?  I don’t want a 12-pound Nestle’s Crunch for 25 dollars
I want junior mints.


9. Of Ki(lo)’s and Keys

Jimmy Buffett: Migration

Most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin’ my Keys
I hate those bastards so much

Master P: Ghetto Dope (verse sung by Silkk The Shocker)

Trust nobody / got my gun
And went an smacked Cain and Abel
You probably catch me choppin’ ki’s /
Choppin’ ki’s up on my mom’s table

10. on Strappedness

Master P: ‘Burbans and ‘lacs

This is for ‘burbans and the Cadillacs
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
with the Benz makin ends/ I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillacs
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players smokin doolamac
Slappin skins, makin dividends and riding strapped

Jimmy Buffett: Grapefruit, Juicy Fruit

Yes and if I had that money, honey
I’d strap you in beside me- in your strapless /
And never ever leave you, leave you at home all alone and cryin’


 11. On Trees

Master P: Weed and Money

Check this out:
You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right) but you a motherfuckin’ true G
If you get the muffins and she pay for the trees

Jimmy Buffett: Everybody’s Got a Cousin in Miami

I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love
I never have outgrown
Brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the grove drugstore
In one way or the other we’re all refugees
Livin’ out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
We’ve got a style we’ve got a look
We’ve got that old panache


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