Текст песни Master P f Sonya C - 211, слова песни Master P f Sonya C

Текст песни Master P f Sonya C - 211

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Hey P manremember that shit last year you was talking bout thatbloody murder shitWon`t you kick some more of that shitVerse 1Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punksKing flashed the gauge, them hoes didn`t want no pubSo they smashed off hella quickWhy them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shitSo put this nine up in your bra strapAnd when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them JapsSonya C:So get your hands up in the air trickAnd break me off some cash cause Sonya C`s a trigger happy bitchSo don`t be talking that fucking JapaneseUnderstand its a jack give up the cash or you`ll be swish cheeseMaster P:Touch the button and I`ma hurt you bitchWhy you had to and make P get his hands dirty trickAnd that`ll be some fucking more shitSonya C grab the tape cause we ain`t leaving no fucking evidenceThe next day the paper reads no leadsSonya C:Just a bunch of dead motherfucking JapaneseMaster P:Jumped in the car and backed to the richBonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit(Chorus)A motherfucking 211We needed cash we robbed the liquor storeVerse 2I`m getting chronicked out or should I say fucked up?? one g and its three of usI seen my face on the news and its time to chillBut I can`t cause I got too many fucking billsGrabbed my glock it only had three bullets trickBut if I run out I ain`t tripping I`ll choke a bitchWalked in the corner liquor store with my 44Played it cool bought a snapple man fuck them hoesHe opened the register I tried to do his assI ain`t tripping cause the P wasn`t wearing a maskBlew out some chronic, showed no remorseTold them hoes get they ass on the figgety floorSnatched the cash and my pistol still smokingLeft them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland(Chorus)Verse 3Cali g had the chronic without no zig zagHold on partner I`m gone go get some fucking zagsNow I`m off to the liquor storeAnd just in case it be some funk, I`m gone bring my 44Now you know the P don`t take no shitBut this arab started following me like I was gone steal some shitHe was strapped so I had to think quickPut my 44 to the head of this bitchDrop your pistol or she`s dead manSlowly put your hands up in the air lets play a little fucking gameSimon say open the register hoeHis bitch looked it good so I told her to suck my 44He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pumpPut more cash in my pockets than Donald TrumpAnd I`m off to the freeway real fastGot damn, forgot Cali`s zig zags(Chorus)-Alright you inmate double o 652 get your ass back in that cell boy-damn, now ya`ll know crime do pay but you don`t always get away

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