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| Master P Miscellaneous Playaz From the South Album: Down South Hustlaz: Bouncin' and Swingin' w/ U.G.K., Silkk the Shocker Thanks to compbuttons@hotmail.com for these lyrics. Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha [Bun B] Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep Of a true and livin' got damn fool I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet Now pass that sweet & get back Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction That's where that shit at Click clack that's that pistol Bullets cuttin' wind make a fucked up ass whistle You know it's yo dismissal Now this'll nip it in the bud For my brothers in the pen Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what I put it down, keep puttin' it down, So I advise hoes to not fuck around This that Underground Bitch you couldn't cut the sound Would blow up, hold up Wrong move, but it's time To call the first family to handle these niggas Because we are the worst You bitch niggas laid yo eyes on I'm so fo' sure That these G's goin' fo', fo' and blow for blow It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know [Hook x4: Master P] Playas from the South stack G's Flippin' tight on that white With that candy on them gold D's [Master P] Fools hate the P cause I'm bout it (Bout it) I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit I'm bad, like Jason Don't compare with them other niggas Cause I ain't freebasin' Y'all niggas gone on that fried black I had fucked mo' niggas in the game then a quarterback I got them G's, them killers, them keys I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's I'm triplin' them T's Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans) Where them niggas in the projects be ballin' (Ballin') Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens Runnin' from the sirens Don't know how to comp But work the fuck out a triple beam Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon) If there was a motherfuckin' band I'd be a baritone See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope (Calliope) Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth Don't give a fuck about a ho (Ho) And niggas stuntin' on that water, water You know we bout it, bout it Don't give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin' tomorrow And won't stop, send me to the pen I won't stop til them motherfuckin' Saints go marchin' in [Hook x4] [Silkk the Shocker] 1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G) All about that motherfuckin' mail (Mail) Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side You know a nigga all about them sales I don't fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown) In other words I run this shit right chea' For them niggas that boast, I be like blast it Watch the ground gets full of smoke And watch y'all get ghost like Casper Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga Uh, I think not Cause I be on the same block, same house Same spot, same glock, cook more rock Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin' Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die So when U.G.K Master P called me up Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised Cause I'ma be the man to stand, I'm bound to make a mill Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard But y'all bitches will Believe me, I got two for three, four for five Holla at cha' boy if ya need me And bitch I'm out [Hook x4] [Pimp C] Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fucked You'd have to bring four eightteen wheelers Fill em' from back to front Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin' Niggas tryin' to get the cheese But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud Because ya like the way that fifth wheel And that grill look Cause I be comin' down, nigga my heart be true I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw Nigga what's up with you I live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin' though I represent my shit cause nigga I can't be no ho And just because we do perform Bitches be thinkin' That we don't have a fuckin' pocket full of stones I done drunk Miller with killers Sipped syrup with murderers Keep a boot in my mouth Just in case you bitches ain't heard of us Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush I'm down with drinkin' Royal and the motherfuckin' Plush Yeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what's up [Hook x4] [Pimp C talking] Now I got holla at Port Arthur And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas Know what I'm talkin' about I know niggas be hollerin' Texas Just because it rhymes with Lexus But see, we just cool like that And uh understand that, uh It ain't all about this rap boy I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you Comin' down boy, fifth wheel Grill, candy ha ha |
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