Текст песни Master P f Silkk - 1-900-Master P
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[Master P]G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deepThats how we late night creepSee in Cali` fools be gettin` their serve onAnd at the side shows cars got it going onWith that candy paint plus that ???So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tankI`m from that Richmond 23rd street armySo fools can`t harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on meSee I`m deep, TRU is how I creepI don`t bang cause that went out in `93Still locin, blunted and smokin`Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of TrojansFor them hoochies, that wanna smooch meEnd up in Motel 6 in some bootyBoots knockin`, panties be droppin`Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop meGot that glock, 17 shots, it`s all good I tell a hoochie don`t stopAss bangin`, nuts still hangin`, moble phone ringin`Ain`t stoppin` `till the fat lady starts singin` and hollerin`And moanin`i`m humpin`Check my watch god damn it`s 6 in the mornin`Should I stay, ain`t got no time to playPut my ??? by my t-shirtThen I break, to the doorMy partner`s three deep in a six-fourChorus: repeat 2XG ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deepThat`s how we late night creep[Master P]Well it`s the weekend and everybody chillin` at the giggety lakeHoes in daisy dukes so tight, it`ll make your nuts breakPolk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampiesSo many stars out here I feel like I`m at the GrammysNiggas blowin`, bitches out hoein`Weaves so tight ain`t nobody else knowin`Is it real, if it`s not just chillCause talkin` shit to a hoe in Cali` can get your god damn cap peeledBallers roll low, fools out tellin` jokesHittin` like Tyson on the mother fuckin` Spliff smokeTangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeezeStraight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leavesI mean high, I`m higher than a giggety birdShow my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail100 g`s to get me out of jail, I`m with the quicknessAll because a big nigga bought a ki` of dopeWatch a young nigga flip thisStraight independant, ain`t nobody lendin`Underground King Pin, title dependantMaster P or should I say Al CaponeNo Limit Records in the house got it goin` onAin`t no love, I thought I told yaUs TRU niggas, straight soldiersKing ready to fight a bitch like a Pit BullAnd Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pullAnd Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt foolAnd C-Murder don`t give a fuck about a nigga dudeAnd Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin` OG callCause when you fuckin` with us oneYou fuckin` with us allThat`s how we do it on the WestcoastWestcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dopeChorus[Master P]Now we creepin` from the Westcoast of CaliforniaTo Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas, Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, DetroitArkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina[Silkk]Man let me check this shit outLet me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P[Master P]Yo, what`s up this is your nigga Master PSorry I`m unavailiable to come to the phone right nowI`m either out on the fuckin` road doin` showsKickin` it with bitchesCould be your bitch if you a real GJust take it to the law, you could be a playa haterWe can hold court in the streetsBut if you my nigga little RichYeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350Hold me 7 of `em niggaI`ll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch SherylYeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoeYou know how that go, every dog got they dayBitch you had 3 or 4 thoughNo Limit Records, supplyin` the world with that dope gangsta ass shitY`all know as usual, comin` back with a bomb on y`all assDope ass EP P 99 Ways To DieEverybody got itYou must have it cause you wouldn`t be listenin` to this shitMaster P bout it be, audi five thousand`Bout to smoke this ol` Spliff on y`all dog assWatch this, when the weed stopThen leave a mother fuckin` message(inhales)boom