Текст песни Master P f Big O, Sonya C - Saxophone
Master P f Big O, Sonya C - Saxophone слова песни
[* Theme Song to "Sanford & Son" *]Ha, oh shit, you always goin` to get cha` dick suckedAh suck that thang, ha haMan that`s a fuckin` rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on[* Radio stations being changed *]It ain`t`nt nothin` on the radio manPut that fuckin` Master P tape in (repeated to fade)Yo, there go Master P[Master P talking]Ahh, yeah ya know what I`m sayin`This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckersThat didn`t think I could do this, know what I`m sayin(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)(Yo, yo P man what chu` mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I`m sayin`(DROP IT!)[Master P]From the Master to the crowd that surrounds meOnce the king speaks you suckers better bow behind meYeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya checkPunk motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!)I`m just fiendin` to kick some assSo why cross the line when you know you couldn`t passDon`t act ignorant cause ya know that I warned yaStraight from New Orleans but I`m chillin` in Richmond, CaliforniaSo you suckers better listen when I speakA brother that`s hard but very uniqueCause the P is one of a kindKick some ass, grab the mic, then I go for mineSo cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it`s onAll jealous, punk, suckers better runIf ya play like a motherfuckin` saxophoneGet busy y`all, get busy y`allYeah I got my home boy Big OFrom The Real Untouchables in the motherfuckin` houseAnd he gon` kick some shit on the motherfuckin` saxophone(You motherfuckin` right)[Big O]It`s my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master PAnd I know all you bitch-type niggas say "It couldn`t be"That crazy motherfucker from The Real UntouchablesYeah it`s me so sit the fuck back while I flowAnd let cha` motherfuckers know ya can`t fuck with PWhoever fucks with him gots to fuck with meAnd that will be ya worst nightmareYa punk ass me and P will shareLike a hot apple pieEvery time we lyricate niggas start to dieCause they don`t know how we do itYa wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya blew itSo don`t get solemn after the sax blowsA lot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throatComin` like one of them crazy niggas down Center StreetI left the game now I`m chillin` with Master PThe O can carry more than one so ya know it`s onAnd ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophoneSucker ass bitch-type ass niggas[Master P]P once again, bustin` some hype shitTo let cha` motherfuckers know I ain`t bullshitin`And if ya ever think I am just run upHit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUHAnd watch that nose bleed DAMN! ya know what I`m sayin`And wouldn`t give a fuck about doin` timeCause to me a few days in county like a parade or second lineChew a crew up, bitch ever tryin` to press his luckI do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puckAnd like a mad muscian I will reactCompose ya ass through sounds of a saxAnd once that awkward strut starts strollin`Out on the streets I`m known as young buck and day totin`My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin` touchFrom the sax to the table so just chill as my DJ cuts[* DJ scratching *]Yo, Sonya C just walked in the house (WHOOOOO!)And she gon` kick some shit on the motherfuckin` saxophoneYeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO[Sonya C]Sonya C in the place and ya know that it`s onTo kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin` saxophone (Uh Oh)Ya probably tricked me cause ya just didn`t knowThat a girl could come soft and hard and still flowIt ain`t what cha` say, it`s how ya say itAnd if ya don`t like the motherfuckin` record then don`t play it[* Music stops *]Yo, yo what cha` doin` that was hotI wanted to see what`s up[* Starts *]So you was smartin` and jackin` to the groovePlay that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd moveThe record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped(Ya motherfuckers want some)Now ya suckers better duck and dodgeThe heat is on but it`s only P and I (Watch out)Ya can`t fuck with me, I leave ya screamin`Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin`Sonya C can duck bitches like a symphonyNow ya understand why you can`t fuck with meHarmony spreads so ya better move onAnd if ya duck ya get played like a got damn saxophone[Master P]I wanna take this time just to let you knowTwo guys and a girl but we all from the ghettoTryin` to survive the turfs and the gameAnd special lyrics to make sure you understandThe life that I live ain`t always funA lot of dark and sometimes there`s no sunSince this is the last verse of this dope songMaster P is about to flow like a motherfuckin` saxophoneShockin` and rockin` and breakin` and takin` the crowdI can come hardcore as the sax player smileShould be the first if ya get stuckBroke like a barn then plucked like a duckYa mess with P, ya gamble ya life ya deadYa soul and all ya pieces ya see em` goin` like a saxophoneYeah, ya know what I`m sayin`It ain`t where ya from, it`s how ya come, know what I`m sayin` Suckers!